looking for gabbio þarký sözü

in a bone dry shack
down on oceanside
drive where the boredom fools urban people inside

the thrill of the hunt on the glowing tube
a gang of deadbeats blow a last dube

its a hardluck life, a skid row ride
and we´ll be working the strip till after high tide

he´s a 2-bit man in a 3-piece suit
sucking money from a straw
like nectar from a fruit

it´s outrageous looking for gabbio
it´s contagious making plans to go looking for gabbio

hard times and the street is what he knows
gabby is a soldier living in the ghetto

in a rubbish heap, want food to eat
anything goes when you livin on da street

gun shots make other youth fall
feel you´re bad but you can´t kill dem all

through tribulation he still stand tall
gabby know soon will be the final call

hacking a taxi brings a tear to an eye
of who wanted it all but now needs to get high

down on the corner in a bridesmaid´s gown
shattered and shivering and going to town to see this...

salt stained shirt, leather pants & a tie
sunbleached hair and a bottle of rye

but we got cheaper and better from a guy i know
that´s why i´m making plans to go

looking for gabbio