Kids roll down the streets, with their burgundy cars and blacked-out windows down But they don't know, what's goin' on, what's goin' on downtown Down there people talk, but he don't know what keeps his engine hot While he pumps his gas all alone in a blacktop parking lot What do you got to say to em, what do you got to say right now And your heart would knock them down He don't know the union, he don't, he don't know the shop All he knows is money man, and that's where he got shot Now the sun says sweat, and that's all he knows how to do Work the finger 'til the bone shines through What do you got to say to em, what do you got to say right now And your heart would knock them down Kids roll down the streets, with their burgundy cars and blacked-out windows down