They must have had the whole thing planned There must have been a hundred
If we make a stand I think we´ll be outnumbered If I´d had the chance Then I could understand Why I´m a juvenile delinquent In an East End gang
And if you think you´ve seen gasoline burning in my eyes Don´t be alarmed, tell yourself it´s good to be, it´s good to be alive
It´s just another street kid on your tail Running on the wrong side of the rails With my boot lace tie and my hand-me-downs You know I run the toughest bunch this side of town Those street kids making news just being around
I´ve been bottled and been brained Squealers can´t be trusted If we fight tonight You can bet we´ll all be busted I´d like to break away From the rut I´m in But beggars can´t be choosers And I was born to sin
Let´s hear it for the street kids Making news just being around