The youth of [bad word] wild in the streets 
They all try to win, in the face of defeat 
They steal, they kill, they're going straight to [bad word] 
They don't hear and they don't see that they're not free 

When I walk down these city streets 
I see the victims and the casualties 
Do they stand, a chance today 
In a world that's thrown their away 

They race to the grave 
Don't want to heal 
Don't want to be saved 

Abandoned buildings that should be homes 
Abandoned children left to roam 
Broken families broken dreams 
In the night I hear their screams 

Can't make your future or kill your past 
With a spike in your arm or a shotgun blast 
Till you have the strength to look within 
You'll be fighting a battle you'll never win 

Mortality suffered society said 
That money is God and [bad word] faith is dead 

I see it in their eyes tis life they cannot cope 
The system tells them lies, tries to stick us into giving up hope 

We're down, we're down, but we're not out 
There's still time to find what life's about 
Is there a way of telling the troubled youth 
That what they see on TV is not always the [bad word] 
We're down, we're down, but we're not out 
There's till time to find what life's about