Out On The Street

When life gets up against you
And you got no time to think
They're the ones that can't comprehend
So they slowly turn to drink

Fall far beneath the breadlines
To the point where they've got no home
Abandoned by the ones they love
And their bodies are reduced to skin and bone

Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey

We're told to approach with caution
But the thing I find demented
No one's carried out a risk assessment
So these things could be prevented

In a world supposed to be for people
Still only the rich get rich
The working class work to avoid
Wet sleeping bags that itch

I'm calling for solutions
I guess a kind of revolution
Replace the institution
With something that can constitute
'Cause while they're aging like a fine wine
They're leaving us a fine line
Between having clothes and food to eat
And selling sex and drugs out on the street

Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey

If it all falls down tomorrow
Or you ever lost your job
How long could you keep buying clothes
Before eyeing them to rob?

Oh, it's easy to point blame a finger
When you just can't seem to relate
Don't you know that's the intention of
Your government or state

I'm calling for solutions
I guess a kind of revolution
Replace the institution
With something that can constitute
'Cause while they're aging like a fine wine
They're leaving us a fine line
Between having clothes and food to eat
And selling sex and drugs out on the street

Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey

I've tried to grin and bear it, but I feel I'm being kind
I'm tired of being 'round the bush
So now I think it's time to speak my mind
Speak my mind



Credits
Writer(s): Jamie Mark Webster
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