Song Description

Sometime later on tonight before you close your eyes tight gonna think to yourself, "man that guy was right" whether I'm right or wrong, there's a lot going on-and you better figure out-which side you're on-before your time comes... TB

Lyrics

Somewhere somebody's little kid's got a bag in his hand on the corner of a street
Selling low to get'em high
Somewhere there's a neighborhood bum with a bottle in his hand
And he's begging for change so he never runs out of wine
It's a pitiful sight
Somewhere there's a lady on the street with her skirt above her knees
Gonna take a little cash from a man in need
"Till the ground takes their bodies' home"

(CHORUS)
That's the way they get by
That's just how they survive
People don't be surprised open up your eyes
That's the way they get by

Somewhere there's a leader of a gang on 5th & Main floats like a butterfly stings like a B" Fighting for the streets
Somewhere in your town tonight taking place out of sight
There's a deal going down that you wouldn't believe
Just wouldn't believe
Somewhere somebody's gonna' stand with a gun in their hand
Gonna' shoot somebody down make'em feel like a man
"Till the ground takes their bodies' home"

(Repeat Chorus)

Sometime later on tonight when you close your eyes tight gonna think to yourself
Well that guy was right
Yea weather I'm right or wrong there's a lot going on
And you better figure out which side you're on
Before your time comes
Cause somewhere there's a preacher getting paid just to make us all afraid
That the sky will open up and a voice will say
All my children come home; "Come Home"

(Repeat Chorus)

(Tag)
Somewhere somebody's little kid's got a bag in his hand on the corner of a street
Selling low to get'em high