Skrewdriver - Mean Streets Lyrics
It's not easy outside, looking inNever being part of things, they say that we have sinnedWe stand alone, those precious few, they know that we won't hideWe're surrounded by Red mobs, and police who take their side-(chorus)We're out on the mean streets, out in the cityWe're out on the mean streets, everywhereWe're out on the mean streets, out in the cityWe're out on the mean streets, the fighting is there-What's that smell, what's this hell, it's democracyWho owns the press, we can guess, the ones with the moneyOne man, one vote, but still they gloat, the media has controlThree party state, decides our fate, the TV owns your soul-We're attacked behind our backs, we're doing all we canIf the knife should take our life, at least we never ranWe know the Reds are in the beds, police tucked by their sidesThe real scum are the ones who run, and once we believed their lies