Sullied! (On the Streets of Plebeola)

In the town where you're living
On the streets where you're born
You can find a form of life
Thriving in the storm
A refined kind of species
Never right and never wrong
And they've made a special place to play
Where all can tag along
Sullied! On the streets of Plebeola
When there's nothing happening for ya
Hit the streets of Plebeola
If your heart's a bag of bruises
If your hopes have turned to dust
Been betrayed by so many now there's no one left to trust
There's a place for this condition
You can get there on the bus
You don't have to look a certain way
But baseness is a must
Sullied!
On the streets of Plebeola
When there's nothing happening for ya
Hit the streets of Plebeola
Sullied!
On the streets of Plebeola
And it never will outgrow ya
On the streets of Plebeola
PLE-BE-O-LA, PLE-BE-O-LA
Street lights so bright replace the darkness in my heart
Oh where did it all start?
When will it all stop?
If it wasn't for the wasters
If it wasn't for the nuts
Or the after hours pavements painted with their guts
If it wasn't for the posers
Or the hopelessly in love
If it wasn't flowing through my veins I guess I'd give it up
Sullied!
On the streets of Plebeola
When there's nothing happening for ya
Hit the streets of Plebeola
PLE-BE-O-LA, PLE-BE-O-LA, PLE-BE-O-LA