Get off the corner the blue fuzz cry The street is a place where the birds don't fly They don't know if you're real or not They might not even try 'Cos one more 'could be' off the streets It gives them peace of mind They have to put a front on they can't back down 'Cos people need to see, who runs this town Its like living in a crime scene that should have been and gone But it hangs on their shoulders for so so long This is the place where the birds won't fly... x4 Do they know right and wrong? How long will it last? A future lost forever now, they're stuck out in the past What will become of them stuck beneath the grime? Caught up in the madness, hangin' on the line Business as usual, the birds won't fly People need to speak out, someone needs to try If you could turn it all around, if you could make them fly Soaring up above the clouds, high, high, high. This is the place where the birds won't fly... x4 This is the place where the birds won't fly... x4