Lyrics:
Mean Streets
I'm walkin' on sidewalks this city built long ago what once were neighborhoods are communities on death row I'm walking down mean streets I'm on the outside looking in I'm walking down mean streets in places I once had been stray cats and sad dogs lay under a leafless tree in junkyards a wind blows the architecture of what used to be I'm walking down mean streets I'm on the outside looking in I'm walking down mean streets in places I once had been I grew up on the lower east side where my father knew my name in brownstone buildings we would hide and they all looked the same we'd say your house is my house and your home is my home we'd open fire hydrants in the street the only way to cool the city's heat and my best friend was Mario he had a transistor radio we'd get high and watch that river flow wondering where we would go wondering where we could go spent a few nights behind bars where I learned to grow up fast from shining shoes to stealing cars it's good to know some things don't last I'm walking down mean streets though I can't tell you why but i'm going to the the river and watch some boats go by repeat chorus
