the back streets

The back streets

Nobody really wants to walk

There is the smell of garbage tongs

The bad elements hide

The drug addicts group together

The faces of the marks of life gone

If only they know about their lives

Standing at the back streets

The cats will roam freely

Living on handouts from the back kitchens

The crumbs for their Ronin ways

The multiplying of the generations

But some back streets

The roaring businesses away from the core centres

They thrive on serving good food and drinks

The owners light up and clean up the back streets

The back streets

The shady characters exist

They make fear

So they can rob and live

The back streets

Attract the shadows of the night

The dim light shadows

The bad elements wait to score