Dave ACENAS
Every street tells a story. . . WELCOME to the highways of my space !
THE CRUSADERS
I play the
Streetlife, because there’s no place I can go,
Streetlife, it’s the only life I know.
Streetlife, and there’s a thousand parts to play,
Streetlife, until you play your life away.
You let the people see just who you want to be,
And every night you shine just like a superstar.
That’s how the life is played, a ten cent masquerade
You dress, you walk, you talk, you’re who you think you are.
Streetlife, you can run away from time.
Streetlife, for a nickel, for a dime.
Streetlife, but you better not get old.
Streetlife, Or you gonna feel the cold.
There’s always love for sale, a grown up fairy tale,
Prince charming always smiles, behind a silver spoon.
If you keep it young, your song is always sung.
Your love will pay your way beneath the silver moon.
Streetlife
And if you keep it young, your song is always sung.
Your love will pay your way beneath the silver moon.