There's a car in our street
Near the corner where we used to meet
With ultraviolet under lights
The men inside with ultraviolent sights

They've a dog, you can't smoke it
It's not that it would provoke it
See, to him, to them, to them
It's a weapon, a crutch that they
Can lean on

Take off your graffiti, take off you mask
Is that too big a task, is that too
Much to ask?

There's a place on our street
Where girls on crack do tricks cheap
The condoms scattered round at light