Back on the Streets Again

I had to compete

In the concrete, in the jungle

Had to kick and scratch

Stab some backs, in the jungle

At first I had a honest dream

Then the dike broke through

The scheme I had so gently planned

Soon that fell through

Now I'm back, back (back, back, back on the streets again)

I'm back, (back, back, back on the street again)

It's a gold plated world

When you ain't got a dime for a phone call, in the jungle

Makes me feel so bad

To be standin' in the welfare line

My so called friends of yesterday

They don't even know my name

If I get a second chance

I do believe I'll feel the same

I'm back, back (back, back, back on the streets again)

I'm back, (back, back, back on the street again)

{Horn Break:}

Well I'll sing a song

And then keep control of my action, in the jungle

Living in them streets

Makes a man turn death away

Life right now is just a dirty word

There's no place for me to go

The look I wear up on my face

Let's everybody know that

I'm back, back (back, back, back on the streets again)

I'm back, (back, back, back on the street again)

I'm back, (back, back, back on the street again)

I'm back, back, back, back (back, back, back on the streets again)

Makes me feel so bad

To be back on the streets again

Fell asleep in the park last night

Sunday paper feel uptight

Hope the lord now give to me

What's before me imitate

Ridin' on this big machine

Back on the streets again