Letra de Kids Of The Street

When you don't sleep in the cold When you don't steal to eat There are many children Living in the streets A man-child who knows the ropes A man-child who talks loud The sickness is in the streets and whoever feeds off it gets sick Hey you in the limo Hey you don't live in this jungle Hey son of a bitch would you live like the kids of the streets? Reform school isn't the solution it's just a new concentration camp they won't be fooled again their teacher was the street A man-child who knows the ropes A man-child who talks loud The sickness is in the streets and whoever feeds off it gets sick Hey you in the limo Hey you don't live in this jungle Hey son of a bitch would you live like the kids of the streets? They're kids of the streets Luxury a word in the void Laziness a word for the powerful Misery is in the streets You don't make any sense Help a word in the void money a word for your power Misery you don't know