| Song | Flowers In The Concrete |
| Artist | Tom Cochrane |
| Album | Ragged Ass Road |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Ducharme | |
| Tilting at windmills on a downtown street | |
| O the big grey landscape has lost its sheep | |
| She wears a tight smile as she's walking the beat | |
| Looking for a little fame | |
| This ain't no oliver twist - no mister brownlow here | |
| She gathers enough spare change to get | |
| Something to eat | |
| She takes emeralds and ecstasy on a journey that's | |
| Miles and miles away from danger | |
| She just wants to be happy now | |
| CHORUS | |
| She's living on the street | |
| Flowers in the concrete | |
| What a beautiful beat | |
| Flowers in the concrete | |
| Walking on lines of poetry | |
| She's a shakesperian tragedy | |
| Between the beatniks the bums and the bohemians | |
| There's always somebody on the run | |
| Trying to get away from that danger | |
| She's just trying to get away from | |
| The stranger | |
| CHORUS | |
| She dances on the pavement | |
| Likes she's the only one | |
| Who's a stranger | |
| In a cloudburst she starts to cry | |
| You have to do the weirdest things just to | |
| stay alive | |
| I'm going down to meet my fate at the | |
| Jesus saves sign | |
| Maybe get lucky- maybe find my smile yeah | |
| CHORUS |
| zuo ci : Ducharme | |
| Tilting at windmills on a downtown street | |
| O the big grey landscape has lost its sheep | |
| She wears a tight smile as she' s walking the beat | |
| Looking for a little fame | |
| This ain' t no oliver twist no mister brownlow here | |
| She gathers enough spare change to get | |
| Something to eat | |
| She takes emeralds and ecstasy on a journey that' s | |
| Miles and miles away from danger | |
| She just wants to be happy now | |
| CHORUS | |
| She' s living on the street | |
| Flowers in the concrete | |
| What a beautiful beat | |
| Flowers in the concrete | |
| Walking on lines of poetry | |
| She' s a shakesperian tragedy | |
| Between the beatniks the bums and the bohemians | |
| There' s always somebody on the run | |
| Trying to get away from that danger | |
| She' s just trying to get away from | |
| The stranger | |
| CHORUS | |
| She dances on the pavement | |
| Likes she' s the only one | |
| Who' s a stranger | |
| In a cloudburst she starts to cry | |
| You have to do the weirdest things just to | |
| stay alive | |
| I' m going down to meet my fate at the | |
| Jesus saves sign | |
| Maybe get lucky maybe find my smile yeah | |
| CHORUS |
| zuò cí : Ducharme | |
| Tilting at windmills on a downtown street | |
| O the big grey landscape has lost its sheep | |
| She wears a tight smile as she' s walking the beat | |
| Looking for a little fame | |
| This ain' t no oliver twist no mister brownlow here | |
| She gathers enough spare change to get | |
| Something to eat | |
| She takes emeralds and ecstasy on a journey that' s | |
| Miles and miles away from danger | |
| She just wants to be happy now | |
| CHORUS | |
| She' s living on the street | |
| Flowers in the concrete | |
| What a beautiful beat | |
| Flowers in the concrete | |
| Walking on lines of poetry | |
| She' s a shakesperian tragedy | |
| Between the beatniks the bums and the bohemians | |
| There' s always somebody on the run | |
| Trying to get away from that danger | |
| She' s just trying to get away from | |
| The stranger | |
| CHORUS | |
| She dances on the pavement | |
| Likes she' s the only one | |
| Who' s a stranger | |
| In a cloudburst she starts to cry | |
| You have to do the weirdest things just to | |
| stay alive | |
| I' m going down to meet my fate at the | |
| Jesus saves sign | |
| Maybe get lucky maybe find my smile yeah | |
| CHORUS |