Cut the cake and drop the fine
I've seen good friends go down the line
This part of town where the sun don't shine
Always on the connection
This wind blows cold inside the flats
The screams start up like howling cats
Righted when I kick up dust
Be there on the connection
Could spend your life while spend the cash
Sell your soul or just your ass
Beat the boredom by beating someone
Either way you'll just be waiting on the connection
Seen all sights and they see mine
Counting seconds - I've done my time
Now I'm due out - They do ... divine
I'm trying to make the connection
If all this were fair - and justice true
I'd drink a toast - to me and you
As it is I'll just drink to forget
I tried to make the connection
You can kill the spirit but not the soul
