Down and out, city streets, back alley’s where you sleep
Holes in your twisted veins, roam the tracks that lead to pain
Out to steal a fistful of crumbs, you punch at the sky
Your life on the run, He offers to you a heart full of love
Don’t bite the dust, run to the Son
Hide in the shadows nocturnal haze, scuff the sidewalk, bloodshot daze
The fix and tricks, obscure your brain, but another blast
Won’t ease your pain
Out to steal a fistful of crumbs, you punch at the sky
Your life on the run, He offers to you a heart full of love
Don’t bite the dust, run to the Son
City streets – they are your death bed
City streets – but you don’t have to be there
City streets – you’re on the wrong road,
City streets, they are your tombstone,
City streets, come walk the narrow road,
City streets – in Heaven will be made of gold
Walk away, don’t take no more, it’s not too late, to live before
You die in sin, don’t go that way, no need to suffer – Christ has paid
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