Lyrics: Tony Sly. 12 Song Program. Fire Ball.

Crowded streets and shopping malls
Sleeping bag and chairs made out of walls
In an endless stream of a trickle down
This is poverty

A light to help her sleep at night
A burned out building, a castle will divide
But that's how it goes
And you'll never know
What it's like outside

The bells are ringing now
The voice is getting louder but it's deafening the truth
The sun is coming out
But only on one side of this one sided town
And only for a few

Sickening they try to speak
No words of wisdom for the worthless and the weak
And he calls her name
In the cold night air
How can you dream
There is no sleep

The bells are ringing now
The voice is getting louder but it's deafening the truth
The sun is coming out
But only on one side of this one sided town
And only for a few