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When you don’t sleep in the cold

When you don’t steal to eat

There are many children

Living in the streets

A man-child who knows the ropes

A man-child who talks loud

The sickness is in the streets

And whoever feeds off it gets sick

Hey you in the limo

Hey you don’t live in this jungle

Hey son of a bitch

Would you live like the kids of the streets?

Reform school isn’t the solution

It’s just a new concentration camp

They won’t be fooled again

Their teacher was the street

A man-child who knows the ropes

A man-child who talks loud

The sickness is in the streets

And whoever feeds off it gets sick

Hey you in the limo

Hey you don’t live in this jungle

Hey son of a bitch

Would you live like the kids of the streets?

They’re the kids of the streets

Luxury

A word in the void

Laziness

A word for the powerful

Misery

In in the streets

You don’t make any sense

Help

A word in the void

Money a word for your power

Misery

You don’t know