The Street of Rage - Yuzo Koshiro

Down on the street where the faces shine Floatin' around on a real low mind See a pretty thing... In a wall See a pretty thing... In a wall In a wall In a wall In a wall Yeah, deep in the night I'm lost in love Yeah, deep in the night I'm lost in love A thousand eyes... They look at you A thousand eyes... They, they look at you! Oh, c'mon! Oh, c'mon! Oh, c'mon! Yeah, yeah, yeah! Oh, c'mon! Oh, c'mon! Oh, c'mon! Yeah, yeah, yeah! Oh, c'mon! Oh, c'mon! Oh, c'mon! Yeah, yeah, yeah! Oh, c'mon! Oh, c'mon! Oh, c'mon! Yeah! Where faces shine A real low mind Faces shine A real low, real low A real low, real low A real low, real low Oh, c'mon! Oh, c'mon! Oh, c'mon! Yeah, yeah, yeah! Oh, c'mon! Oh, c'mon! Oh, c'mon! Yeah, yeah, yeah!

We carried you in our arms on Independence Day And now you'd throw us all aside and put us all away Oh, what dear daughter 'neath the sun could treat a father so? To wait upon him hand and foot and always tell him "No" Tears of rage, tears of grief Why must I always be the thief? Come to me now, you know we're so alone And life is brief It was all very painless When you went out to receive All that false instruction Which we never could believe And now the heart is filled with gold As if it was a purse But, oh, what kind of love is this Which goes from bad to worse? Tears of rage, tears of grief Why must I always be the thief? Come to me now, you know we're so alone And life is brief We pointed you the way to go And scratched your name in sand Though you just thought it was nothing more Than a place for you to stand I want you to know that while we watched You discovered no one would be true That I myself was among The ones who thought It was just a childish thing to do Tears of rage, tears of grief Why must I always be the thief? Come to me now, you know we're so alone And life is brief

C'mon, check it Through steel walls, your voice blastin' on True rebel, my brother, Mumia, I reflect upon You the spark, that set the prairie fires on Make the masses a mastodon path to trample the fascists on At fifteen exposed Philly's finest killing machine Boots and mad guns, they pacify ya young Cause and effect, smell the smoke and the breeze My panther, my brother, we are at war until you're free You'll never silence the voice of the voiceless You'll never silence the voice of the voiceless Well the powerful got nervous 'cause he refused to be they servant He spit truth that burned like black churches Prose and verses, a million poor in hearses Watch the decision of Dred Scott as it reverses Long as the rope is tight around Mumia's neck Let there be no rich white life we bound to respect Cause and effect, can't ya smell the smoke in the breeze? My panther, my brother, we are at war until you're free You'll never silence the voice of the voiceless You'll never silence the voice of the voiceless You'll never silence the voice of the voiceless You'll never silence the voice of the voiceless And Orwell's Hell, a terror era coming through But this little brother's watching you too And Orwell's Hell, a terror era coming through But this little brother's watching you too, watching you too