Lyrics

The devil’s disciple is living upstairs
There’s children on the street, nobody cares
People giving up, selling out, messing up, slacking off, cracking up daily
Another tragedy on my TV, it’s crazy

We’ve traded our dreams for the day of the gun
Nobody shows remorse for some mother’s son
People getting mobbed, getting robbed, beggin’ meals, dirty deals, no one feels no more
Don’t need a riot for a reason to fight a street war

Give me back the streets I can walk on
Bring back the American dream
Give me something I can believe in
Where can the answer be, is this the way it has to be
Where is the American dream

There’s too many players, they’re running the game
They wanna share the fame but they won’t share the blame
People sleeping rough, on the stuff, playing tough, taking lives, crazy guys stalking
And nobody’s gonna change a thing without talking

Give me back the streets I can walk on
Bring back the American dream
Give me something I can believe in
Where can the answer be, is this the way it has to be
Where is the American dream

It’s quarter after dark and we can’t even breathe
Goodbye-ay-ay-ay to the land of the free
Goodbye to the American dream

Where can the answer be, is this the way it has to be
Where is the American dream

Give me back the streets I can walk on
Bring back the American dream
Give me something I can believe in
Where can the answer be, is this the way it has to be
Bring back the American dream
Bring back the American dream