Kids on the Street

Kids on the street Are the kids that you meet Long haired short haired Black and white Kids on the street Just kids that you meet Know how to laugh And they know how to cry Just go on and on They never die 'Cause the kids on the street Are the kids t

Here comes the snake and he circles your leg He comes to play and make your body parts shake, baby He comes swervin' down your hall It'll feel so good when he gives it his all He's like a jail and you need an escape Want you to come get a file in you

Lead pipe slammed in a storekeeper's head Looks like spaghetti decomposin in bed Please don't shoot, God think of my kids You shut your yap you dirty piece of shit We're Cosa Nostra Cosa Nostra A greasy nightclub up on a tinsel stage Outside they bot

It's time for a new understanding, if you're one of the many the family has let go Hold on stay together when crashin' selling fake hits of acid to a college asshole I can tell I disgust ugly old faces I see You call us mallrats; the town is callous

Hurt your pride, staggered into bed and fell asleep by your side Gone all night numbing my brutality, you sleep with your back to mine Vanity fair, vanity fair it's all a game for us. A come on to remain unaware. Open your eyes hook up your hair, pai