I walk down in the streets
I see some people sleep
On the dirty road and the
Day is cold.

The drug dealers do
They job between our lives
And nobody cares.

So what we can do?
So what we can do?
So what we can do?

Let's go
Back to Heaven
Where we belong
That's our hope... (2x)

I walk down in the streets
And I see some people fight
For whisky drink, under the
Church door.