Ray-Liotta

Ray - Liotta Running to the station And youre feeling just like ray liotta Eyes are blacker than your shades Youre wearing pretty thin Tearing through the crowd cause you wont wait And you cant face a weekend Staring at the ceiling The walls are closing in Lifes too slow So you run away And you know Lifes too slow Turn into the market And you catch him on the stairs Man, you kept me waiting And its giving me the fear He takes you round the corner And he passes you the gear You ***** about the money He says thats the cost of living And lifes too slow Ill have you run away And you know You can run away Back into the open And youre feeling kind of nervous Wanna get there quick So get a cab Rushing for the door It seems youre never gonna get there Now youre sitting again without your friend Youre looking in the mirror but its not at your reflection And a hit between the eyes starts your weekend Youre looking in the mirror but its not at your reflection And a hit between the eyes starts your weekend