Big Hits (On the Underground)

I used to send you postcards from the subway after hours

I quit my job there now I play for flowers

I've grown right out of that

& now there is no turning back

I sold myself to a gentleman of letters

he let's me out once a month to say my prayers

I file my teeth for flash

& sell myself for cash

I want the big hits on the underground

I want to shake to the psycho sound

of big hits on the underground

everybody needs them?

My mind is clean

but my outlook is dirty

I tell myself I only do it because I'm pretty

I'm talking about making the grade

now my soul is saved...

I want the big hits on the underground

I want to shake to the psycho sound

of big hits on the underground

everybody needs them?...