Richard & Linda Thompson - Streets of Paradise (live) lyrics

Thompson The tears fall down like whisky The tears fall down like wine On an island made of c**aine In a sea of turpentine We all need some a**istance But won't that day be fine When we're walking down the streets of Paradise Tar brush on the corner I've never seen him before He drank ten fingers of what they had Now his feet don't touch the floor He can't see me or this dirty old town He's got nothing to look for He's walking down the streets of Paradise Walking down the streets of Paradise Walking down the streets of Paradise I'd trade my silver mansion With a guard on every door I'd trade my wealth and treasure And the sash my father wore I'd trade my little sister And my brother who went before To be walking down the streets of Paradise Walking down the streets of Paradise Walking down the streets of Paradise I asked you for a racehorse Now don't hand me no mule I asked you for a fast car Don't you take me for a fool Just hand me down my telescope And a bullet I can chew I'll be walking down the streets of Paradise Walking down the streets of Paradise Walking down the streets of Paradise