Слова:
The Casualties On The Streets

On the streets On the streets, I've got no home On the streets, I'm on my own On the streets, I'm all alone On the streets, I got no home On the streets

ON Let's go.. Com on all you people Of inner city streets The ones contaminated Whoever you may be Punk was born and grew On concrete city streets

: Woo ooh, we stand alone, Woo ohh, it's lonely on the streets tonight I'll tell you about a place, where the poor write their songs I'll tell you

streets - sound from the slums we are from a broken home Noise from the streets - noise from the slums We ain't got no nice clothes guitars from the streets

CARRY ON Let's go.. Com on all you people Of inner city streets The ones contaminated Whoever you may be Punk was born and grew On concrete city streets

Woo ooh, we stand alone, Woo ohh, it's lonely on the streets tonight I'll tell you about a place, where the poor write their songs I'll tell you about

: Woo ooh, we stand alone, Woo ohh, it's lonely on the streets tonight I'll tell you about a place, where the poor write their songs I'll tell you

On The Streets! On The Streets I've got no home! On The Streets I'm on my own! On The Streets I'm all alone! On The Streets I got no home! On The Streets