On the Streets

Walking down the subway, at the weekend after a good night out on the town.
There’s gangs over here, gangs over there, well there’s gangs everywhere.
You’d better watch out now, your’re on your own.
It’s the day of the boys dressed in blue.
You’d better watch out if one of ’em looks at you.

On the streets, of our towns.
On the streets, all around.
On the streets, everywhere.
On the streets, it makes you scared.

Standing in a concert, having a good time.
Paid your money out to see the show.
In come the cops, looking for trouble ‘cos your white men.
Would you believe that this was Britain ‘84? Oh no.
It’s the day of the boys dressed in blue.
You’d better watch out if one of ’em looks at you.

On the streets, of our towns.
On the streets, all around.
On the streets, everywhere.
On the streets, it makes you scared.

You never see politicians out there, standing on the streets.
They don’t care if your kids are fed or got shoes on their feet.
They don’t care what’s happening, they don’t see what’s going on.
If they did, they’d all be screaming “What the hell is going on?”

On the streets, of our towns.
On the streets, all around.
On the streets, everywhere.
On the streets, it makes you scared.

People seem to think if it’s in “The Sun” they’ve got to believe it.
Try to tar everybody with the same brush.
Remember birds of a feather don’t always flock together these days.
So don’t get carried away by the sight of us.

On the streets, of our towns.
On the streets, all around.
On the streets, everywhere.
On the streets, it makes you scared.