Mean Streets

It's not easy outside, looking in

Never being part of things, they say that we have sinned

We stand alone, those precious few, they know that we won't hide

We're surrounded by Red mobs, and police who take their side

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(chorus)

We're out on the mean streets, out in the city

We're out on the mean streets, everywhere

We're out on the mean streets, out in the city

We're out on the mean streets, the fighting is there

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What's that smell, what's this hell, it's democracy

Who owns the press, we can guess, the ones with the money

One man, one vote, but still they gloat, the media has control

Three party state, decides our fate, the TV owns your soul

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We're attacked behind our backs, we're doing all we can

If the knife should take our life, at least we never ran

We know the Reds are in the beds, police tucked by their sides

The real scum are the ones who run, and once we believed their lies