Got no money in my pockets
No pictures on the walls
Wake up with a gun on my head
That's the life, the life I've lead
What can I do?
Life's hard so
I gotta be hard too
But things always seem to get in my way
But I'm gonna get over for another day
Survival of the streets!
Living in burnt out buildings
Living in the streets
It's the life of the cro-mags
Survival of the streets
Never know what's coming up ahead
If the beast pulls the trigger could wind up dead!
Lyrics submitted by x_melancholy_x
"Survival of the Streets" as written by John Joseph Harley Flanagan
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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