His father had enough problems with himself
And he didn't grow up in a very rich family.
His own mather wasn't she if she loved him
The inevitable happened when he turned his back on them.
Problematic bounder, he'd always just play
didn't wanna learn, getting into fights since preschool
and when he kept hearing 'what does the bastard want here?'
he could only think of being with his people.
Yeah, the street is like a dream
burning soul, such a long day.
Yeah, the streets now belong to everyone
the night is a queen, no problem.
So for the first time in his life he's found a friend
they got a tattoo together of a snake on their arms
Maybe one day they'll get somewhere
if they don't take bad turns on the crossroads.
A lot of people were united by rock
They're the demons of the streets and a shock for the others
And they'd want to love just like you
Healing their aching souls on the streets.
Yeah, the street is like a dream
burning soul, such a long day.
Yeah, the streets now belong to everyone
the night is a queen, no problem.
Sometimes it's the worst. Blood often ruins everything.
It sucks when they stab each other with a knife.
Other times the evening is filled with tears
it's the young people with their backpacks leaving their homes.
Yeah, the street is like a dream
burning soul, such a long day.
Yeah, the streets now belong to everyone
the night is a queen, no problem.
Yeah, the street is like a dream
burning soul, such a long day.
Yeah, the streets now belong to everyone
the night is a queen, no problem.