Ann Beretta St. Marks Lyrics:
I wanna go where the action is, I wanna run where
the good times roll, Where all the mods are
hanging at the high, I wanna go where the punkers
run the corners, And they just sit around and beg,
Where they dont spill blood on the avenue. Riding
on the subway heading back for queens, Going home
beneath the big apple, Going home back to my
scene??? You can't say it's St. Marks fault, When
he don't even own the block, You can't say it's
St. Marks fault, When he won't even come around. I
wanna go where the traffic is, I'm gonna run where
the street lights shine, I wanna play the game
where the stakes are high, I wanna go where the
drifters run the corners, And they just sit around
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and beg, Where theres a 100 faces that you never
known. You can't say it's St. Marks fault, When he
don't even own the block, You can't say it's St.
Marks fault, When he won't even come around. I
wanna go where the action is, I wanna run where
the good times roll, Where all the mods are
hanging at the high, I wanna go where the punkers
run the corners, And they just sit around and beg,
Where they dont spill blood on the avenue. Riding
on the subway heading back for queens, Going home
beneath the big apple, Going home back to my
scene??? You can't say it's St. Marks fault, When
he don't even own the block, You can't say it's
St. Marks fault, When he won't even come around,
Don't come around. 1,2,3,4 You can't say it's St.
Marks fault, When he don't even own the block, You
can't say it's St. Marks fault, When he won't even
come around.
Lyrics: St. Marks, Ann Beretta [end]