GENESIS, BACK IN N.Y.C. Letras de Canciones (v.1)

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No-one seems to take up the chase, and with the
familiar faces fresh in his mind he moves into a
reconstruction of his old life, above ground - Too
much time was one thing he didn't need, so he used
to cut through it with a little speed. He was
better off dead, than slow in the head. His momma
and poppa had taken a ride on his back, so he left
very quickly to join The Pack.

I see faces and traces of home back in New York
City - So you think I'm a tough kid? Is that what
you heard? Well I like to see some action and it
gets into my blood. The call me the trail blazer -
Rael - electric razor I'm the pitcher in the chain
gang, we don't believe in pain 'cos we're only as
strong, yes we're only as strong, as the weakest
link in the chain.

Only after a spell in Pontiac reformatory was he
given any respect in the gang.

Let me out of Pontiac when I was just seventeen, I
had to get it out of me, if you know what I mean,
what I mean.

You say I must be crazy, 'cos I don't care who I
hit, who I hit. But I know it's me that's hitting
out and I'm, I'm not full of shit. I don't care
who I hurt, I don't care who I do wrong. This is
your mess I'm stuck in, I really don't belong.
When I take out my bottle, filled up high with
gasoline, You can tell by the night fires where
Rael has been, has been.

Now, walking back home after a raid, he was
cuddling a sleeping porcupine. That night he
pictured the removal of his hairy heart and to the
accompaniment of very romantic music he watched it
being shaved smooth by an anonymous stainless
steel razor.

As I cuddled the porcupine He said I had none to
blame, but me. Held my heart, deep in hair, Time
to shave, shave it off, it off. No time for
romantic escape, When your fluffy heart is ready
for rape. No! Off we go...

Your sitting in your comfort you don't believe I'm
real, You cannot buy protection from the way that
I feel. Your progressive hypocrites hand out their
trash, But it was mine in the first place, so I'll
burn it to ash. And I've tasted all the strongest
meats, And laid them down in coloured sheets (laid
them down in coloured sheets). Who needs illusion
of love and affection When you're out walking the
streets with your mainline connection? connection.

As I cuddled the porcupine He said I had none to
blame, but me. Held my heart, deep in hair. Time
to shave, shave it off, it off. No time for
romantic escape, When your fluffy heart is ready
for rape. No!