Bad streets full of anger and sin
From those bad streets
Come many bad, bad men
The professional people sit behind a desk
Or stare at a vile
And they tell us how to cure a tortured soul
Change a sneer to a smile
There’s quick treatment, slow treatment
Statistics by the mile
That lie to you for a little while
But soon give way to the truthIt’s hard for me to think
Of the wisdom of the shrink
When mom’s at the bar and my brother’s starving
So you charged up my head
Learned well from what you said
But values seem so small when you’re pushed out a window
Bad streets make it hard to even dream of a penthouse
On those bad streets so easy to be mean
When you’re a faceless person
When I do wrong I’m alive
I feel my heart beating
When I do wrong I get hurt
Well it’s me that’s is bleeding
The fight for survival’s tough
Morals are a luxury
I’d never cheat a man if I had a choice of action
The money that they spend
To help or put us away
Would do better on those bad streets
Well hello there little girl
How about a little passion
You remind me of my ma
She takes a twenty
Oh lord, I feel
What a lovely place
Stick with me honey
We’ll climb that screwing mountain
Give me a face on those bad streets