Cry From The Street

Leathal weapon, blood shot eyes

Another crackhead trying to make it to paradise

Young white dude fingers his crucifix

Smart dressed pimp snorts his designer fix

Life here's for winners, death is for fools

While tanned Al Pacinos orchestrate every move

Down by the river the homeless retire

To a night of near freezing 'round a half lit campfire

Hey dude, you know this place is on fire

Hey man, there's so much hate and desire

Hey Ma, do you remember my name?

Hey God, we're still bleeding

It's a cry from the street

Sirens wailing, there's a crowd on the strip

Waiting for a jumper to take his last trip

A travelling salesman from his hotel room buys a thrill

A teenage schoolgirl's sugar daddy pays the bill

A nervous driver pulls into the kerb

Shots ring out, screams can be heard

A bloodstained youth runs from the scene

As tyres screetch down the backroads

It's all a bad dream

Hey dude, you know this place is on fire

Hey man, there's so much hate and desire

Hey Ma, do you remember my name?

Hey God, we're still bleeding

It's a cry from the street

It's full of scum down here, why don't you disappear?

Get off your ass and get a job you idle git

Two four six eight, shut your mouth and give us break

Two four six eight, who do we appreciate?

United, united