Roberto Two

Now my voice gets raised, just don’t turn me loose, no more hot summer days, I hate to be alone, trapped in my own curfew, on forgotten streets or Metro, you’re no angel, bringing something new, to stoke my rage, you brought me the loans, the party losers, the flirty girl groans, before you set sail, everything seemed true, on what you created, when you’re on your bones, they’ll turn the screw, on everything you own, now you've gone away, can't get past the Blues, I shrink day by day, on golden avenue.