Outlaw

City streets have lost their mercy
Bandits hiding everywhere
Warrior children guard every street corner
Make it so hard to live
Make it so hard to care

Be an outlaw
You've got to be an outlaw
You've got to be an outlaw
To survive on city streets

Little children on the lower East side
Under the blood red sun
Ask me with their crazy and dying eyes
When will the savior come
How can I say you just ain't gonna find one in a shotgun

I don't wanna be an outlaw
I was robbed again last night
She invited me home and she got me drunk
Under a hotel room light
I woke up drunk, robbed and naked last night