Life is tough and full'a stuff

Life is hard as rock

No one around to pull you out

No one to stop the clock





Now we don't need no chaperones

All policemen please go home

The pressure's up––the heat is on

I know what's right––I know what's wrong





Chorus:

You gotta

Talk hard––you gotta talk hard







Out my door, on my street

There's people marchin' with their feet

They're buyin' this, they're buyin' that

Some are thin and some are fat





Suburban towns are all around

With shopping malls––some underground

And in the shops they try and sell

An empty bargain––a wishing well





Chorus repeat x2





Now I can't sit here a-growin' gray

I gotta make a move––nothing to say

What destiny will hold for me, well

No one knows and no one can see





Chorus repeat x2