Mean Street

At night I walk this stinkin' street past the crazys on my block and I see the same old faces and I hear that same old talk and I'm searching for the latest thing, a break in this routine, I'm talkin' some new kicks, ones like you ain't never seen This is home, well, this is Mean Street, it's our home, the only one I know And we don't worry 'bout tomorrow 'cause we're sick of these four walls Now what you think is nothin' might be somethin' after all Now you know this ain't no through street, the end is dead ahead The poor folks play for keeps down here, they're the living dead Come on down, huh, down to Mean Street They're dancin' now, Lord, out on Mean Street Dance, baby It's always here and now, my friend, it ain't once upon a time, it's all over, but the shouting, I come, I take what's mine We're searching for the latest thing, a break in this routine, talkin' some new kicks ones like you ain't never seen This is home, mmm, this is Mean Street, it's our home, only one I know (This is home, this is Mean Street...) See, a gun is real easy in this desperate part of town, turns you from hunted into hunter (yeah), you go an' hunt somebody down, wait a minute, ah, somebody said fair warning, Lord, Lord, strike that poor boy down