When we were young the future was so bright
The old neighbourhood was so alive
And every kid on the whole [bad word] street
Was gonna make it big and not be beat

Now the neighbourhood's cracked and torn
The kids are grown up but their lives are worn
How can one little street
Swallow so many lives

Chances thrown
Nothing's free
Longing for what used to be
Still it's hard
Hard to see
Fragile lives, shattered dreams

Jamie had a chance, well she really did
Instead she got on speed and lost her kids
Mark still lives at home cause he's got no job
He just plays guitar and smokes a lot of pot

 [bad word] suicide
Brandon od'd and died
What the [bad word] is going on
The [bad word] dream, reality