Back On the Streets Again

I had to compete In the concrete, in the jungle Had to kick and scratch Stab some backs, in the jungle At first I had a honest dream Then the dike broke through The scheme I had so gently planned Soon that fell through Now I'm back, back (back, back, back on the streets again) I'm back, (back, back, back on the street again) It's a gold plated world When you ain't got a dime for a phone call, in the jungle Makes me feel so bad To be standin' in the welfare line My so called friends of yesterday They don't even know my name If I get a second chance I do believe I'll feel the same I'm back, back (back, back, back on the streets again) I'm back, (back, back, back on the street again) {Horn Break:} Well I'll sing a song And then keep control of my action, in the jungle Living in them streets Makes a man turn death away Life right now is just a dirty word There's no place for me to go The look I wear up on my face Let's everybody know that I'm back, back (back, back, back on the streets again) I'm back, (back, back, back on the street again) I'm back, (back, back, back on the street again) I'm back, back, back, back (back, back, back on the streets again) Makes me feel so bad To be back on the streets again Fell asleep in the park last night Sunday paper feel uptight Hope the lord now give to me What's before me imitate Ridin' on this big machine Back on the streets again