Young boy comes searching for the bright lights He's looking for those "streets of gold" He never finds them Down an alley there's a back street gang They say "Kid you shouldn't walk down here alone" They really take him to the cleaners They turn his pockets inside out Then they cut him Leave him lying in a pool of blood In the city no one hears you when you shout
No friends, no home, no food, no money He learns to scavenge to survive He becomes an animal See him running through the streets at night You can almost see the jungle in his eyes His mum and dad wait for a phone call They're never going to see their son again Something's changed him Don't go near him he's a wild boy now -- This moth is dying in the flame He's an animal - see him running through the streets at night He's an animal - beneath the dirt his skin turns white He's a wild boyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
