Street Kid

He's running away
Nobody knows just where he is
He's walking ten miles a day
Just to score a bag of heroin
His times running up
But he just don't give a fuck
You better live fast die young you got bad luck
He's running away
Turning into a street kid

He's running away
Living with a tweaker in a canyon
Shooting up everyday
Blowing up the veins in his hands
And He just don't care
He knows that life ain't fair
He's got body bugs and scabs from his feet to his hair
Oh he's running away
And turning into a street kid

He's running away
But he won't seem to ever die
The good old US of A
Tell me where my freedom lies
Because I'm just a slave
And the needles my grave
I'm in the back of the cop car being taken away
No more running away
Say goodbye to the street kid



Credits
Writer(s): Rob Small
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