[bad word] from a sacred part of town
Where sometimes you talk so tough
That your feet dont touch the ground
And the sidewalk soldiers sing the midnite blues
While the old men recite their story lines
About when I was young like you
They say: oh yeah
We were [bad word] to the backbeat
Oh yeah, making love in the backseats
We were wild, wild in the streets

member of the boys brigade
Had a date with the girl next door
You know it made her daddy crazy
But it only made her want him more
They werent looking for trouble
You know that boy didnt want a fight - not tonight
So she headed out [bad word] her bathroom window
What her daddy didnt know was gonna be alright
They said: oh yeah
We were [bad word] to the backbeat
Oh yeah, making love in the backseats
We were wild, wild in the streets
Wild, wild in the streets
Wild, wild in the streets
Wild, wild in the streets

Sometimes this town aint pretty
But you know it aint so bad
Just like a girl who looks so happy
Whe inside shes so so sad
In here we got this code of honor
Nobodys going down
You dont walk in vain
Trough the kids parade
Cause this is my hometown