little john's got his head on right
                               he does a bang up business
                               in the middle of the night
                               and he sits by the radio,
                               ain't givin nothin' away, oh no

                               and the calls come in on the cb
                               and little john, he's gonna send you what you need
                               send you a little somethin'
                               to get you through the day
                               ooh to get you through the day

                               little maria's in deep, can't stop
                               she been savin up her money for a beauty shop
                               she been countin' the days and the years
                               with a mark on the wall, oh yeah

                               and she came out here all fresh and young
                               said she'd get out of the game before the damage got done
                               and little john he just laughed, now he's heard it all
                               yes he's really heard it all

                               it's a lonely kife
                               wrapped up in the fingers of the night
                               snapped up in the net so tight
                               you're wonderin' why you came,
                               why you came
                               yes it's a lonely life,
                               all alone on the derelict streets
                               you crawl home
                               when you're dead on your feet
                               you'll never leave the game
                               no, you'll never get out of the game
                               oh no no

                               it's a lonely kife
                               wrapped up in the fingers of the night
                               snapped up in the net so tight
                               you're wonderin' why you came,
                               why you came
                               yes it's a lonely life,
                               all alone on the derelict streets
                               you crawl home
                               when you're dead on your feet
                               you'll never leave the game
                               no, you'll never get out of the game
                               oh no no

                               and there ain't no road in sight that's goin' home
                               you got little john with his spike
                               and girl you're all his own
                               and you think you're marking
                               time 'til something comes along
                               but you're not the first little princess baby,
                               to find that you were
                               wrong

                               and it's a lonely life
                               wrapped up in the fingers of the night
                               snapped up in the net so tight
                               you're wonderin' why you came,
                               why you came
                               yes it's a lonely life,
                               all alone on the derelict streets
                               you crawl home when you're dead on your feet
                               you'll never leave the game
                               no, you'll never get out of the game
                               baby it's lonely life
                               it's such a lonely life
                               and you'll never get out,
                               no you'll never walk out of the game