Out of this goodbye town Nothing but a goodbye town Gotta find a way to finally get out This ain't nothing These streets are only bringing me down You're gonna think of me Right there's the high school where we met We'd sneak out back for a couple kisses

(Girl) girl gone bad Ah lazy eyes in the summer heat, Fresh from outta town Now she's working on the street, Shakin' poor boys down Uh (girl) uh girl gone bad Found that girl with a lonesome John, But she should've been with me Guess that woman fallen in

Try to keep up around Try to keep up in a road Try to make it better, better together I'm gonna need it I'm gonna use it Every day, every time There's a street and here we are We the people make the world, look how it's going down So we walked into our

Real friends I guess I get what I deserve, don't I? Word on the streets is they ain't heard from him Talked down on my name, throwed dirt on him I guess I get what I deserve, don't I Real friends, how many of us? How many of us, how many jealous? Real

All the way down Let it ride Gotta check it out Out on the street The summer heat Boys playing games Changing their names Pulling tricks Getting their kicks

Hear that angel Catch my angel I'd rather save an angel down I'm a believer, it's a trial Foolish and weaker, oh, oh, oh Where are our leaders? Shots were fired on the street By the church where we used to meet

And without you is how I disappear, And live my life alone forever now To un-explain the unforgivable, Drain all the blood and give the kids a show By streetlight this dark night, A séance down below There're things that I have done, You never should

Down the road came a Junco Partner For he was loaded as can be He was knocked out, knocked out loaded He was a'wobblin' all over the street Singing six months ain't no sentence And one year ain't no time I was born in Angola Serving fourteen to ninety

The sky is crying, Can you see the tears roll down the street. I my baby early one morning She was walking on down the street I got a real, real fine feeling That my baby she don't love me no more I've been looking for my baby And I've been wondering

And it's your face, I'm looking for On every street There's gotta be a record of you some place You gotta be on somebodys books The lowdown, a picture of your face Your injured looks The sacred and profane The pleasure and the pain Somewhere your