Superb band. Excellent guitaring by Jake E Lee Great vocals by Ray Gillen In the coldness of the city Where the neon sleeps The streets show the pity And the nights run deep And every shadow seems to hold a hidden story And every heart, oh, is a refugee And the old ones hope And the lost ones scream The hustlers float And the young ones dream In the city Livin' in the soul of the city And the streets cry freedom Do you stand or retreat As you stare by the neon gods above While you bask in the heat And the streets cry freedom As the blood runs cold As you stare into the eyes of the walking ghosts Who've lost their souls In the summer's heat I'm weary In the soul of the city Potential's burning bright In the Harlem halls Have you ever lived looking down a shotgun barrel When they said hey boy, this ain't your home There ain't no cure for the bleeding heart `Cause when you fall There's no second start in the city There'll always be the soul of the city And the streets cry freedom As it burns in the heat As you stare by the neon gods above While you bask in the heat And the streets cry freedom As the blood runs cold You stare into the eyes of the walking ghosts Who've lost their souls (Solo) There is no reason For livin' in sin I don't believe when they say hey boy, you better give in You know I'll fight for what I know Till the day that I die `Cause I'm better off dead Then buried along with my pride And the streets cry freedom Till the day that I die, yeah Till the day that I die And the streets cry freedom Till the day that I die, yeah Till the day that I die, yeah Till the day that I die Till the day that I die, die, die, die, die, oh Streets cry freedom Potential's burning bright
