Slaughter & The Dogs - I'm Waiting For The Man lyrics

I'm, I'm waiting for my man Twenty-six dollars are, in my hand Walked up to Lexington, 125 Feeling more dead, more dead than alive Im waiting for my man Hey white boy, what you doing up town Hey white boy, chasing our women around Don't call me sir cos it's the bad from my mind Until tomorrow but's that just another time Here he comes, he's all dressed in black Siletto shoes and a big straw hat He's never early, he's always late The first thing you learn is that you always gotta wait Dirty old building, three flights of stairs No one stops you 'cos nobody cares He's gives you words he gives you taste Then you gotta split because you got no time to waste Don't you holler, don't you bawl and shout I'm feeling good I'm gonna work it all out I'm feel so good I'm feeling oh so fine Until tomorrow but that's just another time