An old man sat in the dark alley
Holding out his trembling hand
His dark eyes looked through a blanket
Wrapped in junk - out in the cold
Late at night we pa**ed that alley
On our way down to the zoo
Life goes on without pity
On the streets of New York city
Is there a healing for a world almost dead?
Is there a healing for a world ravin' mad?
C'est la vie
Someone knocked somebody out
Drew a gun to take a life
In that game - a vicious circle
Losers die - winners survive
C'est la vie
Is there a healing for a world almost dead?
Is there a healing for a world ravin' mad?
C'est la vie
C'est la vie