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I walk these tortured streets at night

I see the innocents and their plight

Their hooded eyes, their lifeless stare

Below the city's neon glare

Their lot is one of poverty

A bright future is one no one sees

Their lives turn down the road of crime

And they wait the days until their time

Destined, to live their lives on the breadline

Never knowing, where the next meal's coming from

Believing, they can change what they have now

Fearing, the size of the task to be done

The city lives by its own rule

Decaying health, decaying schools

A post industrial society

Has brought the youth down to its knees

Dependence on the nation state

No work, no jobs, nothing but hate

A supposed classless society

Where the rich are classed better than me....

Why should we take this without a fight?

We deserve much more, we have that right

We can dig ourselves out of this hole

Unleash your trapped, tormented souls

Destined, to live their lives on the breadline

Never knowing, where the next meal's coming from

Believing, they can change what they have now

Fearing, the size of the task to be done

[solo: Rick]

We can't know where all this will end

But only you can make amends

To fight, to strive, and to speak true

You know there's nothing you can't do

And as the battle wages on

From strength to strength is where we've gone

Now it's time to wade through all this crap

And dig ourselves out of the Poverty Trap