Horror! It's thirsty streets.
Children cry: there's no food to eat.
Hungry eyes, there as cold as ice,
And they look for a reason.
All alone, the city slaves,
choking on the smog they make.
Changing the light of day,
as they pray for a way out.
[Chorus]
We all feel the pain, is it necessary?
When we feel the pain, better stick together.
Music is the way to relieve the pressure.
Music on the way, do you get the message?