Mean Streets

Mister can you spare a buck
Been down on my luck
I can feel it, I'm on the way up
What's that you say, you're in a hurry today
That's OK
Have a good day

This city's crushing my soul
Rats and filth all I know
I feel it, got nowhere to go
I want to cry; no one cares if I
Live or die
And that's fine

These are mean, mean streets they'll eat you alive
All of us here, we're trying to survive
We all have stories, yes, we really do
But these mean, mean streets will get the better of you

Ooh, oh, oh, oh
Dude you're shit out of luck
They don't give a fuck
Man, you smell like piss, no one wants a part of this
Got to take what you want, that's the way I live
Because it's all about me
Don't you see

We were fine yesterday
Then that all went away
We lost our home; poof, got nowhere to stay
Been knocked to the ground and kicked while we're down
I'm in pain
It's been rough

These are mean, mean streets, it's a hard, hard life
Scrounging like dogs, just to survive
You look away, but man what can I do
These mean, mean streets are here because of you

I made mistakes in the past
Had to learn things the hard way
That's behind me at last
I do a good deed every day
And try and stay out of harms way

These are mean, mean streets, they'll eat you alive
All of us here, we're trying to survive
We all have stories, yes, we really do
But these mean, mean streets will get the better of
Will get the better of
Will get the better of you
They'll get the better of you