A chorus of car alarms, shoes on the powerlines,

Young kids stealing cars and having switchblade fights,

Two little kids out selling lemonade in the sun,

If you want them raised right I guess you start them young.

A homeless woman walking around in the snow,

Tired father at the bus stop, "Hey bus driver take him home!"

Boy down at the corner store copping some smokes

In a sea of perfect stripes it's hard to stay afloat.



Urgency,

Oh man I feel it in the streets,

All the people they're rhyming,

They're stomping their feet,

Got the shake of the grass roots beat





There's a preacher down on 24th and farnam street,

Where the shattered glass is lying always glittering,

And a prostitute with money spilling out her hands,

Both screaming about some high tide rising.

A protester's sandwich board in the park,

said, "You know the world is big and got a loose heart,

so you either start screaming or start singing."



Urgency,

Oh man I feel it in the streets,

All the people they're rhyming,

They're stomping their feet,

Got the shake of the grass roots beat