Walking alone a dirty old street,
Singing an old song incomplete
My life was sweet.
Then I came upon a group of young lads
Playing with real guns in a dirty old backyard
How sad.
They were dressed in rags, or I'd better say bags,
For it's hard to find a word to explain how sad
Dirt upon their faces and in their hair,
Made me think of all the sadness these poor children bear.
No one cares
No one cares.
On this dirty little street
The things you meet
Will make you really wonder
How can life be something sweet
If no one cleans the street.
On this dirty little street
The things you meet
Will make you really wonder
How can life be something sweet
If no one cleans the street.
If no one cleans the street
If no one cleans the street
If no one cleans the street.
This society really lacks humanity
Everything around will soon be falling to the ground
How sad.
You may not believe, or you won't conceive,
There are streets like this existing in every town
Undressed little beast and blood thirty fleas
Hanging around on every doorstep.
But life goes on, life goes on, life goes on.
On this dirty little street
The things you meet
Will make you really wonder
How can life be something sweet
If no one cleans the street.
On this dirty little street
The things you meet
Will make you really wonder
How can life be something sweet
If no one cleans the street.