I want to learn how to fly I want to be respected I want to get lucky I want to get out of this dump I just want to watch TV I want to be loved I want to be different I want a brother and sister I'd just rather be forgotten I want to save the world I want to be understood I want to be rich Man, I just want to be somebody Hmm, yeah Julie's got the word today She lost her job just one last pay Life don't come easy anymore, no Still strugglin' on by herself Got a picture of Jimmy there on the shelf And she looks at him and says "why did we let it go there?" I know that sometimes, baby We didn't see things eye-to-eye But I got just one question Did we have to say goodbye? Oh, just like prisoners in paradise Still far from Heaven's door Yeah, we had it all but still we wanted more Now I realize that I can't turn back The future's here to stay But hey, we're just children of tomorrow hangin' on to yesterday Well, Jimmy still recalls the night When he took his guitar and headed on out to find the big time Yeah, that was his dream He gave up his past and made it alright But there's somethin' missin' in his heart tonight Sometimes what you want Ain't what you need, no, no He misses drivin' down to the lake at night Holdin' his baby in his arms so tight Ain't it hard to find illusions When you're livin' in a memory Oh, just like prisoners in paradise So close but yet so far There will come a time, no matter who you are When you ask yourself "was it right or wrong for me to turn away?" But hey, we're just children of tomorrow hangin' on to yesterday Whoa-whoa, yeah-yeah Prisoners in paradise, hmm Prisoners in paradise, yeah-yeah We're just prisoners in paradise Still far from Heaven's door Yeah, we had it all but still we wanted more We're just prisoners in paradise So close but yet so far There will come a time, no matter, no matter who you are When you ask yourself "was it right or wrong for me to turn away?" But hey, we're just children of tomorrow hangin' on to yesterday

Oooh, yeeeeaaaah Everywhere there are prisonners of love Who will set them free, hear there voices crying You know why you can never hear them now Everywhere their walls look the same no lights in the street Children smile, play again when our life might let them fall Hey they're still singing our song straight from our ancesters cries Years going by still no changes here how yes I feel that Maybe you can feel what my heart believes You and I could make our own heaven Just scare to go outside why do we do it Same missing excuses and your house full of fear If big shoes in your mailbox Children let but my heart cries Why do we hurt one and other, killing love Killing love, killing love, killing love A peine 8 heures Les gens se couchent avec le jour, la nuit naît déserte Les réverbères lèchent les cloches vêtues de froid Que la faim a tenue en alerte La rue ne rit plus que dans les yeux des gosses Qui la hantent comme la honte quand un aut' A ses pieds fuit enfin le malheur Et sa vie est trop pleine de fausses notes Sur le terrain la peur gagne, peur de tout, de rien De ne pas avoir assez de biens La peur de ne pas donner assez de coups La peur de finir moins haut que le voisin Dansent, les liens de la meute dense Le cœur pour écrin, serein, et laisse leur silence Qui glacent le dos où souffrance et jouissance sont jumeaux Y'a trop de pression dehors On sort chacun dans son scaphandre, ouais Et parler, pour quoi faire Quand y'a les mains pour s'comprendre, ouais Le crime devient un passe-temps dans la nasse On se débat souvent, mais la chance trace Pas le temps et on tombe de guerre lasse souvent Mais la rue, elle, demeure, telle un veilleur des grands innommables Seconde après seconde, heure par heure Sa voie dure comme fer narre la crise fable Une seule histoire sans fin, une boucle séculaire, un mauvais air A peine huit heures les gens se couchent, seule la rue erre

She's got her ticket & she's waitin' at the station She's got to get away get away as far as she can Her problems will arise as sure as the sun does shine She's got to get used to living on the lam Now Mary's out the door with a loaded .44 in her hand Shootin' down the law that shot down her dear departed man When I last saw her she was lookin' troubled She said this is the 90's I'm gonna be alright She took the Greyhound into Salinas I got a letter then she dropped out of sight Now Mary's out the door with a loaded .44 in her hand Shootin' down the law that shot down her dear departed man Shrouded in anger Encompassed by pain He was your best friend & you'll never ever ever see him again Now Mary's out the door with a loaded .44 in her hand