Houses - Fast Talk Lyrics

Me and my best friends
Cruising down West End Street
Hiding from cops and driving circles
Around the block all week.

All of my friends died,
Out on West End Street.
They say we're born to die young,
But we're just trying to live in peace.

Maybe heaven is a ghetto with no bad blocks,
Shangri-La dealers at the bus stops, and
Maybe God is just a Cop that we can fast talk.

So if you're guilty and you know it, put your hands up.
Cause karma's just a different word for bad luck, and
What if death is just another pair of handcuffs.
Well then we'd better run.

All of our friends went crazy on LSD
Sailing their cars through the big bright city streets.
And everyone who knows our name,
Says that we aint ever gonna change.
They say we're born to die young, but
We're trying to find a better way.

Maybe heaven is a ghetto with no bad blocks,
Shangri-La dealers at the bus stops, and
Maybe God is just a Cop that we can fast talk.

So if you're guilty and you know it, put your hands up.
Karma's just a different word for bad luck, and
What if death is just another pair of handcuffs.
Well then we'd better run.

[Thanks to Relytignyt for adding these lyrics]