Story Behind The Song

life on the Ghetto streets.

Song Description

Life on urban streets, political conflick of interest. decreasing spiritual morality

Lyrics

Verse 1:
Young men standing on the corner,
Selling crack to who'd ever want some.
Just driver by real slow, so they will know.

Sister posing under a street light,
Trick or treat, day or night. Politicians
Scream and holler, but come the night
They're running with their dollars.

Chorus / Adlib:
We're heading for the Wall.
We're heading for the Wall.
Listen up!

Adlib over chorus:
The streets are full of crime!
We're running out of time!
Politicians lying,
While mothers out there crying!
They're watching babies dying!
I tell you it's no joke, We're going
Up in smoke!
Oooooh yeah

Verse 2:
What about the children, I said what
Will their future be like? If they're playing
With guns now, instead of riding bikes.
Look at the homeless people, you'd think
They would find help in the steeple.
But lip service has its own ideas. When
It comes to action, nobody hears.

Chorus / Adlib:
We're heading for the Wall.
We're heading for the Wall.
Listen up!

Adlib over chorus:
Children play with guns!
Instead of having fun!
Politicians shout!
But do nothing about!
People on the street!
With on food to eat. Morality is gone,
And the band plays on!

Bridge:
I don't know what the world is coming to.
But things have got to change.
There is one thing I can promise you,
We're running out of time.

Instrumental Solo:

Verse 3:
The devil's pretty busy, He's got the
Throttle to the floor. He'll ruin your
Life, and steal your soul. Then he'll
Close the door.
It's not hard to understand, the end
Is very near, it's like driving down
A one way road, the signs are very clear.

Chorus repeat and fade with adlib:
We're heading for the Wall.
We're heading for the Wall.
Listen up!

dual adlib / lead vocals over chorus:
The streets are full of crime / Crimes increasing
We're running out of time / Bul-lets flying.
Politicians lying, / it's like a jungle sometimes.

While mothers out there crying./ Crimes increasing
They're watching babies dying./ Bullets flying
I tell you it's no joke./ It's like a jungle sometimes.
We're going up in smoke. Yeahhhh.