Lyric Apocalypse

I ve been faster, than my own shadow
I ve been colder, than an ice pick you know
What really matters, is a heart of gold
And a whole lotta money, and a fat checkbook
Been a gambler, had nothing better to do
Been crazy for fools like you
What really matters is, make a dream come true
I ain t playing with fire no more
Ain t gonna play with fire no more

Well I was walking down the street, in my Italian shoes
I was minding my own business, just goin with the flow
I could feel the hot sunshine, on my back
I started singin to the rhythm of the city noise
I said Yeah yeah yeah
Well I was knockin opportunity right on its head
In my silver coloured suit and my Panama hat
Yeah, I had nothin to fear, I had places to go
And I swear I felt lightnin in my bones
I said yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Down, down, down the Apocalypse
Down, down, down with negative
Down, down my dice come a-rollin
Down, down with a double-six evidence
Down deep the sound of my heart I believe
Tells me life s there for lovin it!
Oh, oh yeah... (through the air)

Well I m tap-dancing , floatin on thin air
High on nothin , xcept sweet adrenalin
And I see somethin behind a tree
It s the mother of God, got her eyes on me
She says yeah, yeah, yeah....