The children weep, the sun has gone The crazy boys greet a computer dawn In subway retreats the commuters yawn Out on the streets the slaughter goes on Out on the streets the taxi's drawl Out for the sweet, the painted dolls And you can be sure with their backs to the wall Out on the street the innocent fall Cause there's so little time. So much confusion So many dreams. So many delusions Out on the streets the sharks arrive The gangsters compete with the government lies Saddened and cheap the lonely get by But out on the streets the rebels die Cause there's so little time. So much confusion So many dreams. So many illusions Out on the street the painted dolls. Out on the Street Out on the street the taxis drawl Out on the street the innocent fall Out on the street the painted dolls