Blondie - Faces Lyrics

Faces
Cracked for reason beyond recognition, aha
His space is
At the Palace, he sleeps for twenty five cents, aha

Now he's wiping headlights, windshields with an old rag
It ain't nine to five
Down and dirty he's an old tramp, he poses like a dead man
The night train passes by

Money's
Not the answer for princes and dancers, aha

He's standin' under street lights
He's thinking of his old life
He lost his pretty young wife
The corner is his big plan

His brunch with Jim and Jitters
Boston blue laws ain't for shitters
And newsprint is for cheaters
Cement mattress for believers

A dirty old bum
He has a, has a dirty old bum


Now, he's shooting power curves
His buddies think he's got some nerve
Mrs.Face had other lovers
Her arms smothered other numbers

He freezes
Christmas season, all saints protect him, aha
His face is
Cracked for reason beyond recognition, aha