Die Kreuzen. On The Street. Zeneszám

You're on the street
Way down below
Mother's calling don't make her fret
Father's stick will hit you yet
On your way home just going to bed
You look at me wrong I'll kick you in the head
No sense in fighting
No sense in dying

No right for you
No wrong for you
No wrong for me
See how nice we live
Together so happily