The Street

We're leavin' here don't look back

It's a dead end, kid, it's a cul de sac

In a sultry rut you made the scene

Now you're all washed up but you can't get clean

Step into the future

Step out of the past

Nothing lasts

And just when you're thinking

You've got'em beat

They open the door and put you out in the street again

Had a two-tone Coupe de Ville

And clothes that made you fit to kill

But they jack your dream like it was a joke

With a greasy hand and a constant stroke

Like a dog on the corner can't raise his head

You settled for liftin' your leg instead

It's midnight now on Chicken Row

Where the Street Hearts wait for Daddy-O

At the end of the line there are no stairs

And the future lurks in darkness there

Sign on a wall I saw yesterday

Said, Don't forget the SLA