Down On My Street

A dungaree’d refugee from Taree

Is stuck out in the sun

Turned 17 on Christmas Day

Come the new year he was on the run

Shuffles on his feet

Barely feels the heat

Empties his pockets out on Raglan Street

It’s alright

At least tonight he’s got somewhere to stay

A tired eyed Coogee boy

Hides his spike down in his sock

$52 in his hand

And a pocketful of electric shock

Heart’s flying like a bullet

His mind is on full lock

It’s alright

He’s running to the light of the day

There’s no time to talk

Jesus took a walk

With your sister’s own salvation

Flaming swords for hire

Set yourself on fire

The girl screams

She says the ceiling’s falling on her head

The boy stands back and moans

As she bleeds into the make-shift bed

There’s nothing he can do

His love was never true

And with him some things just seem to fall through

But he can remember everything

Everything she said

I don’t want to hear my name on the radio

I don’t need to see my street on the tv

I don’t need the world sold for half it’s worth

I get everything that I want

I get everything that I need

Down on my street

It’s a savage city road

And she’s a scar in it’s side

Each night she goes wading into that high rising tide

Where the sirens stay silent

The traffic flow is violent

And the wailing on the wall is ignored

She stands there looking tired

She stands there looking bored