Lyrics
Grass doesn't grow on busy streets
A tumbleweed turns, beats a retreat
Breathe some life into this place
Pump fresh blood through these hardening veins
Pump pump pump pump
Let us all (let's) exercise out hearts
Thump thump thump thump
Is it the prizes, the surprises, the supervision you crave?
Is it the iris or the iris or the Irish you slave?
Is it the voice or the choice or the boys or the girls?
Is this the start or the finish or my place in the queue?
Who, what, which keeps you there?
Let us all (let's) exercise out hearts
Thump thump thump thump
Grass doesn't grow on busy streets
Pump, pump
A tumbleweed turns, beats a retreat
Pump, pump
Let us all (let's) exercise out hearts
Thump thump thump thump
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