He used to think that it was neat When he hung out on the street Now that it's his daily beat, he's not so sure Cause he's come to depend On a street with a dead end And he'll sell you his best friend, so he can score
Boys and girls come out to play The junk mans on the streets to say He'll make your dreams feel real today And steal your minds tomorrow
Now his thoughts don't seem so clear His whole life is filled with fear His habit cost him dear in every way His girl can't take the heat But his friends all cross the street Still the needle keeps him sweet If he can pay for one more day
His bones have got no meat He's unsteady on his feet And he doesn't get to eat, not every day What started out for kicks Has become a daily fix And his girlfriend's turning tricks to pay his way
Boys and girls come out to play The junk man's on the streets to say He'll make your dreams feel real today And steal your minds tomorrow
