Mean Streets (Reprise)
I walk West Street
Shattered glass and dreams
Crunch beneath my feet
Shards cut deep
Short skirts, red lips
How did love come to this?
The same old script
Backalley bliss
A bar brawl spills, pavement gets filled
Rolling black-eyes wired on pills
The descending old bill, adds to cheap thrills
A wave of delinquents losing their will
Mentality kill, on all sides, kill
Mentality kill, on all sides, kill
On all sides, kill
What have our lives become?
History repeating through every generation
Nightlife strips us back to our primitive perspectives
Get fucked up, son, it's the hand we were dealt with
I have this theory that if we change we could change the world
Let's laugh, right now, at that cliched pearl of wisdom
These mean streets are me
I could've been anything but the stain won't scrub off
These mean streets are me
Have you seen what we've become?
Have you had enough?
The future is in our hands
Gram after gram it's harder to stand
Straight, now shots is the rule of the land
A cocktail too strong for our brains to handle
False hope that holds us together unravels
Bang bang bang, another three grams
Shot shot shot is the rule of the land
Watch as the walls we built around us crumble
Down with our enemies and down with our rivals
How simple it should be to just grow up and all live harmoniously
Forget redundant and medieval territorial traits that harvest animosity
We could, if we really tried, we could change ourselves
Let that last punch knock some sense into our heads and the idea swell
Then my theory if we change we could change the world
Could be taken seriously, even though it's a cliched pearl of wisdom
These mean streets are me
I could've been anything but the stain won't scrub off
These mean streets are me
Have you seen what we've become? Have you had enough?
These mean streets are us
We trust in each other because we were born in the same gutter
These mean streets are all we have, but maybe it's not too late for us to leave
These streets
The mean streets
Mean streets
We could run
We could run
We could run
From these streets of scum
We could run
We could run
We could run
From these streets of scum
We could run
We could run
We could run
From these streets of scum
We could run
We could run
But it's in our blood to die young
Shattered glass and dreams
Crunch beneath my feet
Shards cut deep
Short skirts, red lips
How did love come to this?
The same old script
Backalley bliss
A bar brawl spills, pavement gets filled
Rolling black-eyes wired on pills
The descending old bill, adds to cheap thrills
A wave of delinquents losing their will
Mentality kill, on all sides, kill
Mentality kill, on all sides, kill
On all sides, kill
What have our lives become?
History repeating through every generation
Nightlife strips us back to our primitive perspectives
Get fucked up, son, it's the hand we were dealt with
I have this theory that if we change we could change the world
Let's laugh, right now, at that cliched pearl of wisdom
These mean streets are me
I could've been anything but the stain won't scrub off
These mean streets are me
Have you seen what we've become?
Have you had enough?
The future is in our hands
Gram after gram it's harder to stand
Straight, now shots is the rule of the land
A cocktail too strong for our brains to handle
False hope that holds us together unravels
Bang bang bang, another three grams
Shot shot shot is the rule of the land
Watch as the walls we built around us crumble
Down with our enemies and down with our rivals
How simple it should be to just grow up and all live harmoniously
Forget redundant and medieval territorial traits that harvest animosity
We could, if we really tried, we could change ourselves
Let that last punch knock some sense into our heads and the idea swell
Then my theory if we change we could change the world
Could be taken seriously, even though it's a cliched pearl of wisdom
These mean streets are me
I could've been anything but the stain won't scrub off
These mean streets are me
Have you seen what we've become? Have you had enough?
These mean streets are us
We trust in each other because we were born in the same gutter
These mean streets are all we have, but maybe it's not too late for us to leave
These streets
The mean streets
Mean streets
We could run
We could run
We could run
From these streets of scum
We could run
We could run
We could run
From these streets of scum
We could run
We could run
We could run
From these streets of scum
We could run
We could run
But it's in our blood to die young
Credits
Writer(s): Tommy Gleeson, Daniel Scully, Steven Cobley, Sebastian Cole, Matthew Hill, David Cobley
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