Mean Street - My Ruin

At night i walk this stinkin’street past the crazies on my block

And i see the same old faces and i hear that same old talk

And i’m searching for the latest thing, a break in this routine

I’m talkin’some new kicks, ones like you ain’t never seen

This is home, This is mean street

(This is) yes-ah home, the only one i know

An’we don’t worry 'bout tomorrow 'cause we’re sick of these four walls

Now what you think is nothin’might be somethin’after all

Now you know this ain’t no through street, the end is dead ahead

The poor folks play for keeps down here, they’re the living dead

Come on down, (Huh! ow!) down (This is) to mean street

They’re dancin’now, look! out on mean street

Dance baby!

(Guitar solo)

It’s always here and now my friend, it ain’t once upon a time

It’s all over but the shouting, i come to take what’s mine

We’re searchin’for the latest thing, a break in this routine

Talkin’some new kicks, ones like you ain’t never seen

This is home, (Ooh) This is mean street

(This is) yes-ah home, only one i know

(This is home) see, a gun is real easy

(This is mean street) in this desperate part of town

(This is home) turns you from hunted into hunter (Yeah)

(This is mean street) you go an’hunt somebody down

Wait a minute, ah (This is home) somebody said «fair warning», lord

(This is mean street) lord, strike that poor boy down!