Frankly, I hope they kill each other... saves me a whole lot of trouble...
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 Im searching for the latest thing, a break in this routine
Im talkin some new kicks, ones like you aint never seen
This is home, this is Mean Street
(This is) Yes-ah home, the only one I know
An we dont worry bout tomorrow cause were sick of these four walls
Now what you think is nothin might be somethin after all
Now you know this aint no through street, the end is dead ahead
The poor folks play for keeps down here, theyre the living dead
Come on down, (Huh! Ow!) down (This is) to Mean Street
Theyre dancin now, look! Out on Mean Street
Dance baby!