The Good, The Bad, The Ugly Lyrics

Tears runnin on down her face

Big sis by her side

She can't help the case

They all alone in a foreign place

I ask em "what's wrong?"

They say "no inglés"

West end, big subway station

I ain't in no rush

Rackin' up my brain, can

I help remedy the situation?

A ha! Grab my phone

Google translation

Slow burn, but I do find out

They was with a group

Headed to Spadina

Our talks overheard

By some passerbys

And, they say they speak Spanish

Lend they help, so I can

Find a supervisor

Radio across town

Two little girls reported as lost been found

Staff at the next stop

With they parents, who sound

Relieved, tell the girls they on they way back now

I leave seeing smiles all around

The good, the bad, the ugly

20 below, before the windchill

Snow's piled high

And the roads are dreadful

At Kennedy, RT was dead styll

Had to take a bus

Now the train won't get here

It pulls up, finally, real slow

Sits for a lifetime

And then it goes

Snail pace, I got places to go

Main Street? We should have been here ages ago!

Now, we ain't movin'

Tell me, what's going on?

That's when they cut the radio on

"Mechanical issues

Shuttle buses 'til we can remedy

No service from Broadview to Kennedy"

I can't believe it

Huge crowd getting loud

The staircase slick from the snow on the ground

A rush going up

Old man falling down

20 minutes gone by

And we standin' around

Now we hear the ambo sounds

We givin' you

The good, the bad, the ugly

Givin' you

The good, the bad, the ugly

We givin' you

The good, the bad, the ugly

Givin' you

The good, the bad, the ugly

Let me tell you bout a Sunday morning

Young man running

While most lay yawning

The rest, eyes closed

His stayed wide open, but

Before I get to it

Let me paint my zone, yeah

Underground, on my way to get that bread

Constables walking by

Heard they radio said

There's a man running round

And he off his meds

Ain't got nothin' on

Other passengers fled

"EDP, run 3, southbound, Bloor-Yonge

Weapons undetermined, he may try to run"

The train pulls up, people running and screaming

I turn around and I'm facing a demon

Cold eyes, I'm in the wrong place

At the wrong time, blood starts to race

There's a knife in his hand

I'm backing away

He steps towards me, so I pick up the pace

Then he stabs himself with a smile on his face

We givin' you

The good, the bad, the ugly

Givin' you

The good, the bad, the ugly

We givin' you

The good, the bad, the ugly

Givin' you

The good, the bad, the ugly

We givin' you

The good, the bad, the ugly

Givin' you

The good, the bad, the ugly

We givin' you

The good, the bad, the ugly

Givin' you

The good, the bad, the ugly

It goes on when you tunnel through the city

Sometimes pretty, but more times gritty

You got to keep six

Stay sharp, move quickly

And remain calm, most shit's just skin deep

It goes on when you tunnel through the city

Sometimes pretty, but more times gritty

You got to keep six

Stay sharp, move quickly

And remain calm, most shit's just skin deep