The Blue Aeroplanes - Soul lyrics

Played by white hands Tight in black gloves Skinning it up As hot as cool Hit it, boy It's wild and trackless Where the cats in black tux Are stepping From the shacks To the front of the street It's lovingly taken By small devils Yeah, the heart of the drama Come out like gra** In drums Jumped and jay walked In New York Clubbed and cake walked Till Ladbroke Grove Can this be me? Growing up and growing old To watch my contemporaries Swallow the cultures whole Swaying in white tie Eyes trail from the white life Swaying in the white tie Pleased to call it Soul