Out On The Streets Songtext / Lyric

Out on the streets today
You have to fight your way
Up from basement to high top
Always fighting - fear you drop

Opening up your book of fate
You’ve got to read between the lines
Your fate has been decided yet
No use to struggling all the time

Out on the streets round here
All good things disappear
Men as enemy of men
Ain’t no pardon - violent slam

Opening up your book of fate
You’ve got to read between the lines
Your fate has been decided yet
No use to struggling all the time

Out on the streets someday
When you’ll be turned to grey
You’ll see what seemed to thrive
Descend in mortal dive