Barry Adamson - Cine City

The golden yellow sun
Baby, it shone
Now they're in my head
You know I won't see none

I got a killer on my left
Diddler on my right
And a solid gold ticket
To the end of my life

[Chorus]
Uh-huh-huh
Yeah, yeah
Uh-huh-huh

Uh-huh-huh
Yeah, yeah
Uh-huh-huh

I met her in a bank
Down on her knees
She said they've taken my dignity
So do as you please

We headed on south
To New Orleans
And we were spending more money
Than the Black Eyed Peas

[Chorus]
Uh-huh-huh
Yeah, yeah
Uh-huh-huh

Uh-huh-huh
Yeah, yeah
Uh-huh-huh

Her porcelain skin
Flaming within
My pain all disappearing
When she's sucking me in

Fire up ahead
Fire in the bed
And Bourbon Street stinking
Like a thing gone dead

[Chorus]
Uh-huh-huh
Yeah, yeah
Uh-huh-huh

Uh-huh-huh
Yeah, yeah
Uh-huh-huh

[Interlude]
I
Spy
With my
Little eye
Something
Beginning
With F-B-I

They're racking back the pump
I'm jumping like a chump
The only thing I'm hearing
Is my heartbeat bump

The body on the bed
Bullets in the head
My fingerprints all over her
My name in red

[Chorus]
Uh-huh-huh
Yeah, yeah
Uh-huh-huh

Uh-huh-huh
Yeah, yeah
Uh-huh-huh

There's a pusher in the chest
That you will have guessed
They said they got my number
From a teller out west

They're grinning in my face
I'll beat 'em to the chase
Calm-woke-up to blastin' brain
All over the place

[Chorus]
Uh-huh-huh
Yeah, yeah
Uh-huh-huh

Uh-huh-huh
Yeah, yeah
Uh-huh-huh

[Bridge]
Now they always have a catch me
From L.A. to Tallahassee
And you know nobody know
'Cause my death they're gonna be keeping
On the low, low, low, low, low, low
(Yeah, you better know where to run
'Cause here I come, son)
The low, low, low, low, low, low

I'm burning from the heat
Burning down the street
Sirens now wailing
Like a scream on repeat

They had me in a mile
Fucked me in the trial
Threw me into a jail
Though with a wink and a smile

The golden yellow sun
Baby, it shone
Now they're in my head
You know I won't see none

I got a killer on my left
Diddler on my right
And a solid gold ticket
To the end of my life

[Outro]
Here I am, a prison-dweller
This ain't no tale of terror
It's a man who kissed a teller
Who got shot down by a [?]
I get so lonely
And I get so sad
I'm not a violent man
I'm just a [?] stranger with a gun in my hand

Here in Cine City