the jig is up – lyrics

we’re on the same road
no personal or professional tragedies of any kind
the bell is ringing for me one more time
overlooking the harbor downtown
I see the whole town coming awake
this is one hot sunday morning

man look at those vicious little bastards
we’ll be lucky to get out of here alive
this is what I tell myself on those hot sundays in new york
we’re on the same road
no personal or profesional tragedies of any kind

I don’t go down there anymore
from now on I’ll saty up here if I want to
I’ll invite some of my friends
we’ll hang
we’ll laugh
we’ll cry
this is going to be the good life after all

plenty of room to run
this is a hell of a place to go broke
I don’t buy the rum
I steal it if I can
we’ll drink it on the beach before the sun comes up
’cause this is going to be the good life after all
we’re on the same road with no tragedies of any kind
the bell is ringing for me one more time
the bell is ringing for me one more time
the bell is ringing for me one more time