The aging youth are restless
They decided to work for the man
They're building boats for profiteers
Nobody is lending a hand
To the punk rockers still out there
With their tattered flags on the ground
It's a mean old world for the poor boys
The restless, confused, and down
We echo the words of our prophets
Joe Strummer and Joey Ramone
That dream is dead and gone, child
Now we're out in the streets all alone
They're building walls around themselves
So we don't have to look in
In the age of prostitution
We're lost in the skin that we're in
All this talk of evolution
The apple don't fall from from the tree
But the fruit just comes out rotten
And it's poison as far as I see
We echo the words of our prophets
Joe Strummer and Joey Ramone
That dream is dead and gone, child
Now we're out in the streets all alone
So where is that hero actor?
Does he know that we need to eat?
Where are the god fearing children
With expensive shoes on their feet?
We sing the words of our prophets
Joe Strummer and Joey Ramone
The dream is alive and well, friends
But we're out in the streets all alone
To the battered burned out circus
Full of blood, oil, and regret
Well they beg us for total forgiveness
But how soon we will forget
We sing the words of our prophets
Joe Strummer and Joey Ramone
That dream is dead and gone, child
Now we're out in the streets all alone
We're out in the streets all alone
Ya, we're out in the streets all alone