My friend is cut with pain He's got to get it all out tonight Like a flame so bright His feelings running high No time to sigh He knows it's just make or break There's no time to fake it He's got to get a spark to his imagination Before it's too late Before the blue chinned nasty boys Claim him as a hero Street feeling that feeling oh oh yeah Street feeling that feeling oh oh yeah Street feeling that feeling oh oh yeah His daytime safety's finished, he's in the night It's dark and cold, but he's been told You need to be so tough, shut your mouth, grit your teeth Believe your bluff get rough Sitting round with his friends talking 'bout the record machine Thinks he's too tough too clean Needs to be mean Street feeling that feeling oh oh yeah...