Down to London Town, come some people, I really don't need
There's always someone who's gotta take
what you've got, someone's gotta see you bleed
It's all about territories, you've gotta have somewhere of your own
Someone always puts his foot in his
mouth, and it ends up in broken bones
You're standing there,
you threw a glass at the bar, someone's always gotta go too far
Because on the street where you live, you keep it in your heart
Keep it so cold inside
Because on the street where you live, you keep it in your heart
Steamy streets and Saturday nights,
spent on your own, private skid row
The wide boys just cursing and laughing,
that they own (and) protect the Big Show
A pretty boy, a pretty girl,
holding hands like they're in country lanes
The wide boys really get a big laugh,
at a kicking at a poor boy's brains
The boy says "Leave it!", because the girl's okay
But Big Brother's gotten angry, and someone's gotta pay
The big break,
and the million dollar dream, are always creeping into your mind
One day, you're gonna get lucky, heaven knows what you might find
Ten years, and you look around, you ain't done nothing yet
But whatever happens, now or never, you know you'll never forget
If you don't gamble, you don't collect,
and what you've got, you've gotta protect
