Humble Streets

No, this is not what we wanted
Yes, this is all that we've got
Listen to the streets in this town and
you'll hear a plea for dignity in a life without
It's near midnight on Saturday Night
These sad clowns will chatter till Sunday morning light

We're common, we're desperate
We'll do this our own way
We grew up strong in these humble streets
We worked all week and we're drinking tonight
There's no end in sight in these humble streets
Methamphetamine still rampant
Churches and bars are full but the library is vacant
Baby faced veterans and factory men singing the
same jukebox songs with bottles stuck to their lips
So many children raised on welfare and T.V.
It's easy to see how the circle remains unbroken
And I am one of the lucky ones

We're common, we're desperate
We'll do this our own way
We grew up proud in these humble streets
We can work every day, watch T.V.
every night There's no end in sight in these humble streets

But I'm just singing my cheap white boy blues When
I get back home I'll be drinking right next to you

We're common, we're desperate
I'll do this my own way
Wherever I may roam this is where I remain
And I belong to these, I belong to these humble streets