Walkin´ through the fog on a cold and cloudy night
Lookin´ through the smog that surrounds the mornin´ light
The shades of brown. It gets me down, exactly like my life
I don´t deserve the hand I´m dealt: a flush in spades of strife.
I´ve grown tired of speeches that are nothing but a bore
So I´m rounding up the broken me and headin´ on out the door
Without no lag I´m packin´ my bag of discontented frowns
And hopping number eighty-six, the first train that is freedom bound.
Got my bag of many frowns and I´m takin´ it on uptown.
Big city lights
Funkier nights
Happier days
Goin´ my way
It should be right
But I´m still uptight
Hey, I better put down
And get movin´ on
I´m through with aggravation
Don´t deserve the degradation
I´m putting all the negatives down
To hop the train that´s freedom bound for uptown.
Got my bag of many frowns and I´m takin´ it on uptown.