Well, the fire city call to the hot Summer night in the distant sirens' Scream. Kids on the street don't think About nothin', just livin' out some crazy Dream. On the front porch, Cherry Snaps her lipstick shut to the pull of the Radio steel. While folks inside drink Their worlds away. I guess sometimes They must feel tied down and chained. Well, folks around here don't talk about Life like it lasts forever. They talk about Life like it's salt instead of sugar. And the Elders sit around on the front porch. The Young ones, they mostly play. Every- Body else watchin' TV screens, watchin' Big time miles, miles away. And the days Go by just like hurricanes. And here Comes that very same old feelin' again. Another face in the crowd, well baby, I'm Here for the takin'. Just like everybody Else, now, I feel I've been forsaken. Yeah, Boy Johnny sings like a hurtin' soul, Made ten million dollars in one day, Spent every dime the very same night, And the tax man takes him away. Yeah, The judge walks in and he says, "Boy Johnny, you must be crazy or just lying." Boy Johnny says, "Judge you may be Right but I had a good time. An' look At you."