Dark night broken lights A boy on the corner with his hands held high He sees a gun sees an eye But he'd rather get shot than give it up
Works for a violent man Who expects to get money when he sees him again And if he doesn't die on the corner tonight It won't take too long to catch him
Children throw their lives away yeah A little more dying every day
Little young man he ain't got a lot But he'd sell his whole world just to get what you've got He's not even sure if his body's hooked But if he gets a little higher he could fly away
Little young lady watch her children play There's two outside and one on the way She hasn't seen her man in a thousand days Since the police came around and took him away
Children throw their lives away A little more dying every day
Children throw their lives away A little more dying every day
Children throw their lives away yeah A little more dying every day
Sirens scream through the empty streets Headed to the scene of another mistake One man hanging on the edge of life The other one thrown in a bag
The children watch the children think That the bottom line is that nothing's free But it doesn't take much to end a life When the thoughts stop coming out straight
Children throw their lives away A little more every dayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
