Street Dance '96

Streets of my town, day and night
same old dance in black and white
seems so clear to me
seems so clear to me.

All through the streets like gasoline fire
snake dance boys can't get no higher
they dancin' to the food stamp stomp
they party on the safety net romp.

Meanwhile
white hot voices do the family-room shout
lock up your doors and keep 'em all out
and keep 'em all on the run
movin' targets are a lot more fun
better get yourself a gun.

Never say die, never say die,
please, baby ask why,
ask it one more time.

Guns gotta fire, bombs gotta blow,
red red blood, blood's gotta flow.
But it all looks the same to me
washin' down my city streets
all over the whole country
this is an invitation across the nation
a chance for folks to meet
gotta be prepared to stop runnin' scared
last chance to get free.