Murderous Youth

You are young
you must roam these streets kids
you must saturate your mind
these streets, they're layered filthy with the grime


10,ooo men with no use of their optics
but the nerve they have to try
roaming through this city as if they're blind
looking for one last good time


Mr Smith he's got what it takes boy
he gets everything done on time
and in the evening he turns to the wine



and as the night air fills his lungs
he breaths like a man on fire
the moon watches this old mans decline
then smiles for him one last time

But I'm doin' my best kid
just to feed you you're breakfast, you're gonna be ok...

The shadows are a dancin'
as the metal meets the bone
from where I sit the body seems to be prone

And the light goes dim with the flip of his whim
it turns everything to black
darkness isn't scared of your sins, daylights where my trouble begins

Yeah, I'm doin' my best son
just to make you forget you're young, you're gonna be ok...

I refuse to read your papers
yes I believe I must decline
with everything to lose why would you lie?

And the news spits out the agenda
it's got me covered to the very last dime
the moon watches this old man's decline
as I smile for him one last time

But I'm doin' my best kid
just to make you forget this, you're gonna be ok...