8 acessos
Out in trash streets in the city
Losers of the human race
Do not shed tears of pity
It's like spitting in their face
They don't want your charity
Just to survive to stay alive
They don t want your alibi
It's crushed or be crushed
Kill not to die
Who said they weren t you
You who think you're free
Who said you weren't a slave
Of what you will not see
Creatures of the asphalt night
Fill with fear those who fight
Injustice with retreat
Injustice with a dime
In the street they live and die
Wretches of the asphalt plight
Out of sight and out of mind
In the rain and in the dark
Soiled an spoiled
Society s refused
Sentenced to life
Without hope
Creatures of the asphalt night
Fill with fear those who fight
Injustice with retreat
Injustice with a dime