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I'm begging the man on the corner
For a nickel or a dime
With bruises on my face
Waiting for the end of time
My eyes forever searching
Eager for someone to come
Hunger gnaws at my body
Desire beats in my mind on an angry drum
And just how young do they gotta be
Before we even give a damn
Cuz the streets a' filling fast and god let me tell you
You've got one to many sacrificial lambs
See that girl watching from the shadows
She's looking to turn a trick
Dirt caked under her fingernails
Hair limp and greasy but combed back slick
Cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth
Frayed and tattered black jeans
He struts down the street all big and tough
Just another punk in a gang full of teens
So just how young do they gotta be
Before we even give a damn
Cuz the streets a' filling fast and god let me tell you
You've got one to many sacrificial lambs
See I don't wanna cry no more
And we are all tired of hurting
Looking for a savior who does not come
Hell even the angels are deserting
And I can't see the sunlight
Darkness my only friend
These baby blue eyes are pleading
Please just don't let this be the end
Well I ask just how young do they gotta be
Before we even give a damn
Cuz the streets a' filling fast and god let me tell you
You've got one to many sacrificial lambs
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liza Magill april 2001
For the kids on the street.
I have not forgotten i
could have been just like you.
You will always have my blessings. |
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