Mean Streets (Reprise)

I walk West Street Shattered glass and dreams Crunch beneath my feet Shards cut deep Short skirts, red lips How did love come to this? The same old script Backalley bliss A bar brawl spills, pavement gets filled Rolling black-eyes wired on pills The descending old bill, adds to cheap thrills A wave of delinquents losing their will Mentality kill, on all sides, kill Mentality kill, on all sides, kill On all sides, kill What have our lives become? History repeating through every generation Nightlife strips us back to our primitive perspectives Get fucked up, son, it's the hand we were dealt with I have this theory that if we change we could change the world Let's laugh, right now, at that cliched pearl of wisdom These mean streets are me I could've been anything but the stain won't scrub off These mean streets are me Have you seen what we've become? Have you had enough? The future is in our hands Gram after gram it's harder to stand Straight, now shots is the rule of the land A cocktail too strong for our brains to handle False hope that holds us together unravels Bang bang bang, another three grams Shot shot shot is the rule of the land Watch as the walls we built around us crumble Down with our enemies and down with our rivals How simple it should be to just grow up and all live harmoniously Forget redundant and medieval territorial traits that harvest animosity We could, if we really tried, we could change ourselves Let that last punch knock some sense into our heads and the idea swell Then my theory if we change we could change the world Could be taken seriously, even though it's a cliched pearl of wisdom These mean streets are me I could've been anything but the stain won't scrub off These mean streets are me Have you seen what we've become? Have you had enough? These mean streets are us We trust in each other because we were born in the same gutter These mean streets are all we have, but maybe it's not too late for us to leave These streets The mean streets Mean streets We could run We could run We could run From these streets of scum We could run We could run We could run From these streets of scum We could run We could run We could run From these streets of scum We could run We could run But it's in our blood to die young