Chisel Cold The Door Lyrics

The Door Lyrics

Baby baby
The telephone's ringin' again
What do I say, are you home this
time
There's somebody askin' on the telephone line

Baby baby
You
know it's getting me down
The Fatman called, left no message
They get so
heavy when you're not around

Did you see how many, were they driving a
truck
Did they come on mean, did you push your luck
Did they offer you a
summons, did they offer you a fag
Were they lookin' for the money for the
sugar bag

Hostile city
Running out the door again
Pulled a big
escape along Broadway
The man came calling seven times today

Keep on
running
Keep on moving around
Gotto get away by the break of day
If
you relax they're gonna pin you down

You've been hangin' down on Dixon
Street
Eating Chinese chicken when it's time to eat
Spending time on the
underground
When you relax they're gonna pin you down

Wake up
baby
I want you to hold me now
It's 3 a.m., time of night when
Robbers
prowl
Give me your hand
You know I could not be sure
Oh baby there it
goes again
There's somebody knockin' on the kitchen door . . .