The sun goes down and the lights come up
They show us what we're doing wrong
I passed a dealer just a few doors back
Maybe selling grass, maybe selling crack
I think he saw me but I had to run
Another arvo in the city we love
I saw a man beaten black and blue
Down the alleyway off the avenue
The gang all stopped an then they ran away
I guess he probably had it coming anyway
The lights are on and what they show...
It isn't something that you want to know
Heads are turned from what they've done
Will someone show them what they're doing wrong
A speeding car came flying round the bend
Doing just past a hundred and ten
He didn't look before he crossed the road
They hit him flat and on they rolled
The lights are on and what they show...
It isn't something that you want to know
Heads are turned from what they've done
Will someone show them what they're doing wrong