di Michaels, Dall, Rockett, DeVille
POISON
Remember the nights we sat
And talked about all our dreams
Well little did we know then
They were more distant than they seemed
Well I, well I knew it
You knew it too
The things we’d go through, well
We knew the things we had to do
To make it, baby
You gotta cry tough
Out on the streets
To make your dreams happen
You gotta cry out
Out to the world
To make them all come true
Life ain’t no easy ride
At least that’s what I am told
Sometimes the rainbow baby
Is better than the pot of gold
You’ve got to stick it out
Whether you’re wrong or right
And you can’t give in without a fight
To make it baby
You gotta cry tough
Out on the streets
To make your dreams happen
You gotta cry out
Out to the world
To make them all come true