Mighty Boy

From the streets to the mills to the bricks
Is the charm in the tonic or the kick?
That's the price that you pay for your hips
When the heart starts to tick
When the heart starts to tick
Oh mighty boy
Don't pick what you can't afford
Either way
Think I'm sold on a battered ashtray
Is that what you want me to say?
I won't melt with the snow the next day
From the shores to the hills to the tolls
I'll get the first you the second and the third
Maybe chat in the back in the cold
Maybe I like the cold
Maybe I like the cold
Oh mighty boy
Don't pick what you can't afford
Either way
Think I'm sold on a battered ashtray
Is that what you want me to say?
I won't melt with the snow the next day
Oh mighty boy
Don't pick what you can't afford
Either way
Think I'm sold on a battered ashtray
Is that what you want me to say?
I won't melt with the snow the next day