Sounds from the Streets

Sound from the streets, sound from the slums We are from a broken home Noise from the streets, noise from the slums We ain't got no nice clothes Guitars from the streets, guitars from the slums The way I talk ain't polite Voice from the streets, voice from the slums I'm spreading rebellious songs Guitars full of hate, making noise Boots full of dirt, working hard Beers to forget, the hard times Noise from the street, let me out Sound from the streets, sound from the slums Unemployment hits my town Noise from the streets, noise from the slums See the homeless all around Guitars from the streets, guitars from the slums Need to get out to stay alive Voice from the streets, voice from the slums I'm spreading rebellious songs Guitars full of hate, making noise Boots full of dirt, working hard Beers to forget, the hard times Noise from the street, let me out This is the voice of our streets The ones you don't see on TV This is the noise of the real working class The ones you don't read about in your magazines Sound from the streets, sound from the slums Robbing and stabbing in my town Noise from the streets, noise from the slums Crime and poverty all around Guitars from the streets, guitars from the slums This punk music keeps me alive Voice from the streets, voice from the slums I'm spreading rebellious songs Guitars full of hate, making noise Boots full of dirt, working hard Beers to forget, the hard times Noise from the street, let me out, let me out --- Sounds from the Streets - The Casualties