It's not easy outside, looking in Never being part of things, they say that we have sinned We stand alone, those precious few, they know that we won't hide We're surrounded by Red mobs, and police who take their side - (chorus) We're out on the mean streets, out in the city We're out on the mean streets, everywhere We're out on the mean streets, out in the city We're out on the mean streets, the fighting is there - What's that smell, what's this hell, it's democracy Who owns the press, we can guess, the ones with the money One man, one vote, but still they gloat, the media has control Three party state, decides our fate, the TV owns your soul - We're attacked behind our backs, we're doing all we can If the knife should take our life, at least we never ran We know the Reds are in the beds, police tucked by their sides The real scum are the ones who run, and once we believed their lies Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
