You like the four-star feeling, the bold hard beat of the drum
You got a knack for thieving, a full-fat fear of no-one
You wanna be the man everyone's talking 'bout,
Man on the street, the man in the know
You're saying all you need is just one good deal and you're done
On and on
Do it to death, 'til you're done
On and on
You've had a debt past due, and a long con brewing for months
They've got the boys out back, now you're not wisecracking for once
You'll never be the man everyone's talking 'bout
Man on the street, the man of the moment
You took a pawn-shop beating, and now your scheming is done
On and on
Do it to death, 'til you're done
On and on
(Can't you feel it? Can't you see it waste away?)
Yeah, it's your night, headed right for the sun
10:35PM, burning bright, now you're done
I am your world
On and on
Do it to death, 'til you're done
On and on
(Can't you feel it? Can't you see it waste away?)