Sneaking in the daylight Crawling through the night Why do they always follow For their ultimate prize Did you ever have a mother? Did you ever have a son? Would they like to see you And what you have become?
Planting all your evil Whit the seeds of your filth Why do they always end up In the street where i live Let them live on water Surrounded by the sounds Of the deeds that they have Done drowning in their scum
Never live in Chelsea Or the backyards of the rich Just working class mothers And you torture our kids
Safe haven for the wicked No justice for the poor Our kids are put in danger For the benefit of who? A man has the choice of neighbours But his friends are few Democratic decisions By the man in blackTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
