or sickens...
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!