On the street
Theyre preaching violence
Mr man its in your head
On the street
The midnight cowboy
Needs no gun
To shoot you dead
Why do I live the way I do
Aint it obvious
Im just a man like you
Mr man full of love
Mr man full of hate
Got his heart on the trigger
But he pulled it too late
Mr man is a pilot
Mr man is a fake
Mr mans feeling hungry
And hes lying in wait
On the street
The lights are fighting
Searching for someone like you
Better find a good messiah
To help the sad and lonely through
Why do I live the way I do
Aint it obvious
Im much more black than blue
On the street (theyre preaching violence)
Mr man its in your head
On the street
The midnight cowboy
Needs no gun
To shoot you dead