Paris by Air - Tygers Of Pan Tang

I walk down the street

With time on my hands

The signs on the walls

Show a far off lands

But I don’t know a soul

In this neighborhood

Can’t afford the fair

I’m stuck here for good

The only way

I’ll ever see the world

Is if I can find a rich, daddies girl

Use my body

To twist her mind

Steal her money

And leave her behind

Paris by Air

Such a beautiful sight

Nothing can compare

With Paris by night

Paris by air

The signpost said

I’d love to be there

But I don’t have the bread

Well who could be happy

With what they’ve got

When the signs in the street

Show them what they have not

Paris by Air

Try it and see

But the common people

Will never be free

And growing up

Can be such a pain

Cos you never have things

As easy again

You realize

What it’s all about

You’re in prison

And you can’t break out

Paris by Air

Such a beautiful sight

Nothing can compare

With Paris by night

Paris by air

The signpost said

I’d love to be there

But I don’t have the bread x4