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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Judie Tzuke
Judie Tzuke
Vocals
Mike Paxman
Mike Paxman
Background Vocals
Paul Muggleton
Paul Muggleton
Background Vocals
Bob Noble
Bob Noble
Synthesiser
Don Snow
Don Snow
Background Vocals
Graham Jarvis
Graham Jarvis
Drums
John Giblin
John Giblin
Bass
Ray Russell
Ray Russell
Guitar Synthesiser
Roy White
Roy White
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Judie Tzuke
Judie Tzuke
Songwriter
Mike Paxman
Mike Paxman
Songwriter
Paul Muggleton
Paul Muggleton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike Paxman
Mike Paxman
Producer
Paul Muggleton
Paul Muggleton
Producer

Lyrics

It's November and the streets are dirty There's glass in the road where he threw his last bottle Newspapers strewn across his territory Don't go too close or you'll be in his story He's some mother's son, but I can't help him He's some mother's son, I'll just keep on walking Walk don't walk This city's dark with its shady doorways A scream in the night cuts through the warm air The flash of a knife acts like a beacon You play ignorant but you're well aware He's some mother's son, but I can't help him He's some mother's son, I'll just keep on walking Walk don't walk When did their hopes stop burning? When did their years stop turning? Where were the laws unbroken? They must be unspoken Walk don't walk The old townhouse has trapped a stranger Too young to know what drew him inside In the time that it takes him to feel the danger The rest of his childhood will have died He's some mother's son, but I can't help him He's some mother's son, I'll just keep on walking Walk don't walk
Writer(s): Mike Paxman, Judie Tzuke, Paul Frank Muggleton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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