Convicts On The Street Lyrics

Terror daily seen on the screen Emotions lost - Is it real or a dream Neurosis drives the man insane Sickness that we cannot blame We are not entagled in To think about it makes us no sin Unknown victims that were killed They don't need our full compassion Hear screams out in the night It must be another gun-fight Been alone on the street again On 5th Ave. there are standing three men One man said:"How is your trip?" From now on I am in their grip It's too hard for me to say "No!" So I said: "Come on! Let's go!" Hear screams out in the night It must be another gun-fight Feeling like a ship on the stream Sitting at home, what's happened on screen On channel "3" is a fight with a killer "T" Who survives lives for 20 hours free Convicts on the street (x 4) Shoot by driving is the game that they play Later that day I remember I was far away The criminal movements shown on TV This sad affair means nothing to me (Repeat first verse) Hear screams out in the night It must be another gun-fight Shoot by driving is the game that they play Later that day I remember I was far away The criminal movements shown on TV This sad affair means nothing to me