1. I went down to the city: I’d hardly seen the place in years.
I was checking out old memories, but all I found was tears.
I couldn’t find my way around, glass and concrete everywhere.
Neon lights as cold as ice, the streets a bleak nightmare.
2. The people of the night, they’re out searching hard for love,
Empty faces and shabby clothes, tender hearts have had enough.
They stand on every corner, hustling to make a score,
Claiming their slice of paradise against a peeling door.
Chorus: I’m walking these streets of shame,
The streets that have no names.
Hoping one day we will reclaim these city streets of shame.
3. The spirit of the people can cut through all the wire,
If the sun comes out to warm them it will burn like freedom's fire.
And the city of my birth can rise again stone by stone,
And I’ll find my slice of paradise in the place I once called home.
Chorus: And I’m walking these streets of shame,
The streets that have no names.
Hoping one day we will reclaim these city streets of shame.
And the city wears its shame like a grubby overcoat.
The taste of this place lies bitter in my throat...
4. (Guitar solo)
Chorus: And I’m walking these streets of shame,
And the people will give the streets their names.
And tomorrow we will reclaim these city streets of shame.
And tomorrow we will reclaim these city streets of shame.
