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Look up here, I’m in heaven
I’ve got scars that can’t be seen
I’ve got drama, can’t be stolen
Everybody knows me now


Look up here, man, I’m in danger
I’ve got nothing left to lose
I’m so high it makes my brain whirl
Dropped my cell phone down below

Ain’t that just like me
By the time I got to New York
I was living like a king
Then I used up all my money

I was looking for your ass
This way or no way
You know, I’ll be free
Just like that bluebird

Now ain’t that just like me
Oh I’ll be free
Just like that bluebird
Oh I’ll be free

Ain’t that just like me

            <p style="text-align: center;">Do the Wall Street shuffle

Hear the money rustle
Watch the greenbacks tumble
Feel the Sterling crumble
You need a yen to make a mark
If you wanna make money
You need the luck to make a buck
If you wanna be Getty, Rothschild
You’ve gotta be cool on Wall Street
You’ve gotta be cool on Wall Street
When your index is low
Dow Jones ain’t got time for the bums
They wind up on skid row with holes in their pockets
They plead with you, buddy can you spare the dime
But you ain’t got the time
Doin’ the….
Doin’ the….
Oh, Howard Hughes
Did your money make you better?
Are you waiting for the hour
When you can screw me?
`Cos you’re big enough
To do the Wall Street Shuffle
Let your money hustle
Bet you’d sell your mother
You can buy another
Doin’ the….
Doin’ the….
You buy and sell
You wheel and deal
But you’re living on instinct
You get a tip
You follow it
And you make a big killing
On Wall Street

            Revisiting some awesome music tonight. Been a while since I heard this one. Wonderful.

Goodbye old friend, my paranoia
We’ll meet again someday
Life is running out
I guess I had enough, I need to go now

I used to live in a house of glass
Where no one comes or goes
Watching life outside

I used to stand behind the door
And hope the wind won’t blow
And mess my fears around
It took me so long to find out where they’re hiding

Music like rain over my deepest feelings
And you’re faking that?
Music like rain over my deepest feelings
And you’re faking that? Faking that

Goodbye old friend, my paranoia
We’ll meet again someday
Life is running out
I guess I had enough, I need to go now