These Streets Are Alive

I've always lived for the little things.
I experience, I dream.
In turn, my cloths are torn.
I breathe with the city, I wake with the sun.
I beg for your pity, I take pills for fun.
It's all, it's all a part of this game I play.

Help me stranger! I'm begging for more!
You've got plenty to spare but you just stare at the floor.
Help me stranger! These streets are alive!
I'm a capable man. I just got lost on this ride... Such is life.

I see faces melt into purple streams.
I feel the ground shake beneath my feet.
I will surely hate myself when the morning comes
But for now I'll enjoy it. My nightly escape.
I know that it's fading. I make no mistake.
It's all, it's all a part of this game I play.

Help me stranger! I'm begging for more!
You've got plenty to spare but you just stare at the floor.
Help me stranger! These streets are alive!
I'm a capable man. I just got lost on this ride... Such is life.

I dream of a bed made of white roses, roses.
A house, blue and red with a short white fence... What bliss...

I dream of a bed made of white roses, roses.
A house, blue and red with a short white fence... What bliss...

Help me stranger! I'm begging for more!
You've got plenty to spare but you just stare at the floor.
Help me stranger! These streets are alive!
I'm a capable man. I just got lost on this ride... Such is life.