Mean Streets (Kenny's Song)

A woman sits beside a cold light
Oh and it's a cold, cold night
Her children have no food to eat
Oh and she cries
And something inside of her dies
As she sells her body for the feast
On these mean, mean streets

The full moon casts down it's cold light
Oh and it's just such a cold, cold night
He remembers being free
Oh and he cries
And something inside of him dies
As through his veins rushes the heat
On these mean, mean streets

Remembering, remembering the freedom of their youth
Remembering, remembering how it was before they knew the truth of things
Remembering, remembering what the future brings
They're remembering, remembering that the future brings the finer things to life



Credits
Writer(s): Tracey Lloyd
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