In the Streets of Boston

Got a bleak perspective, I'm a streetwise man. Going nowhere with my life. Careening toward an early death, a streetwise man; On the corner every night

chorus: So brace-for impact, brace-for impact, brace-for impact, why don't you brace - the end is coming, no time for running.

Dealing drugs to little kids, a streetwise man. Selling death and making cash. Pulling scams and moving bids, a streetwise man. Society has called my bluff tonight.

chorus:

The end is coming, no time for running NOW!