Backstreet

Welcome to the state of decline
Do you know, what it takes to really stand in a line?
If you don't
You better cry! Cause this is where the angels die!

You may know a thing or two-But listen to me, cause I'm telling you: If you can't stand the heat-You'd better stay away from the street!

In the backstreet, down in the dirt-In the backstreet, don't look so hurt! In the backstreet, I'm gonna try `cause I don't need no alibi!

You really think you're heaven sent-Your heart so innocent! You don't want to dirt your shoes-Down here you could only loose!

In the backstreet, deep in mud-In the backstreet, in real cold blood! In the backstreet, in a scene of the crime-I waste away my time!