Meanstreet

At night i walk this stinkin’ street
past the crazies 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
this is meanstreet
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’d ya think is nothing
might be something 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
down to meanstreet
they’re dancing now
out on meanstreet
it’s always here and now, my friend
it ain’t once upon a time
it’s all over but the shouting
i’ll come and i’ll 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
this is meanstreet
it’s our home
only one i know
(this is home) see, a gun is real easy
(this is meanstreet) in this desperate part of town
(this is home) turns you from hunted into hunter
(this is meanstreet) go and hunt somebody down
(this is home) but hear me now, somebody said “fair warning, lord !”
(this is meanstreet) lord, strike that poor boy down