Big City Bombers One Way Street
I saw one day walking down the street,
A kid sitting along in his helpless defeat,
With all of his dreams that came crashing down,
Only to be lost and never found.
Broken dreams are scattered everywhere,
And no one here seems to f..cking care,
To pick up the pieces and keep moving on,
No one here seems to get along.
It's another wasted life,
Down this one way street,
It's another wasted life,
To this cold concrete.
I saw one day a mother bury her son,
She never thought that he'd be the one,
To pull the trigger with the gun in his hand,
She just didn't seem to understand.
Broken dreams are scattered everywhere,
And no one here seems to f..cking care,
To pick up the pieces and keep moving on,
No one here seems to get along.
It's another wasted life,
Down this one way street,
It's another wasted life,
To this cold concrete.
