The children weep, the sun has gone
The crazy boys greet a computer dawn
In subway retreats the commuters yawn
Out on the streets the slaughter goes on
Out on the streets the taxi's drawl
Out for the sweet, the painted dolls
And you can be sure with their backs to the wall
Out on the street the innocent fall
Cause there's so little time. So much confusion
So many dreams. So many delusions
Out on the streets the sharks arrive
The gangsters compete with the government lies
Saddened and cheap the lonely get by
But out on the streets the rebels die
Cause there's so little time. So much confusion
So many dreams. So many illusions
Out on the street the painted dolls.
Out on the Street
Out on the street the taxis drawl
Out on the street the innocent fall
Out on the street the painted dolls