Streets of gold...
Streets of gold...
In your darkest dreams it's you out there
Hiding in the shadows from the cold night air
Streets of gold have turned to stone, stone crumbles into dust
Don't think of the realities, until the day you must
In your darkest streets, you'll find them there
Hiding in the shadows from the stranger's stare
Frightened faces hide from flashing lights
These are the children, children of the night
In every town, in every city
Blind eyes show no signs of pity
For the children, children of the night
Who are children, children of the night?
Wrapped in local rags to keep the night at bay
The armies of the unloved battle day to day
Dealers, pushers, pimps police the streets they own
While good citizens just read the headlines, safe at home
Did you ever wonder where the
Families who should be there are
For the children, children of the night
Who are the children, children of the night
Crawlers cruise the kerbs,
They've all come out to play
Lured out by the promises
Of privates on parade
Cheap make-up, layered too thick
But she's too young to know
And anyway, it hides a face she doesn't want to show
Then there are the boys at the station
They'll meet you from your train
You wouldn't greet them in the street
But you'd meet them there again
Exchange the goods, then go home
To your wife and kids
And pray that there's no consequence to
What you did
For the children, children of the night
Who are the children, children of the night
Pray for the children, children of the night
Because these are your children,
Children of the night