From the marching through the fire
To the loss of all desire
From the west coast to the east
From the burning to the trees
Right through to all the people in the streets
Who never got a chance to live
From the scientist to his girl,
"We are nothing of this world"
Straight to all the people in the streets
Who never got a chance to live
I don't want to break just a little bit
I don't want to go, get me out of this town
And I don't want to die like the rest of them
Everyone around me here is always trying to break me down
This goes out to all the people in the streets
Who never got that chance to live