I see faces and traces of home back in New York City -
So you think I'm a tough kid? Is that what you heard?
Well I like to see some action and it gets into my blood
They call me the trail blazer - Rael - electric razor
I'm a pitcher in the chain gang, we don't believe in pain
'Cos we're only as strong, yes we're only as strong, as the weakest link in the chain
Let me out of Pontiac when I was just seventeen
I had to get it out of me, if you know what I mean, what I mean
You say I must be crazy, 'cos I don't care who I hit, who I hit
But I know it's me that's hittin' out, and I'm, I'm not full of shit
I don't care who I hurt, I don't care who I do wrong
This is your mess I'm stuck in, I really don't belong
When I take out my bottle, filled up high with gasoline
You can tell by the night fires here Rael has been, has been
As I cuddled the porcupine
He said I had none to blame, but me
Held my heart, deep in hair
Timet o shave, shave it off, it off
No time for romantic escape
When your fluffy heart is ready for rape, no!
No time for romantic escape
When your fluffy heart is ready for rape, no!
Off we go
You're sitting in your comfort you don't believe I'm real
You cannot buy protection from the way that I feel
Your progressive hypocrites hand out their trash
But it was mine in the first place, so I'll burn it to ash
And I've tasted all the strongest meats
And laid them down in coloured sheets
Laid them down in coloured sheets
Who needs illusion of love and affection
When you're out walking in the streets with your mainline connection?
Connection
As I cuddled the porcupine
He said I had none to blame, but me
Held my heart, deep in hair
Time to shave, shave it off, it off
No time for romantic escape
When your fluffy heart is ready for rape, no!
... No time
Writer(s): Phil Collins, Michael Rutherford, Steve Hackett, Peter Gabriel, Anthony Banks
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