text: They mustve had the whole thing planned
  There must have been a hundred
  If we make a stand
  I think well be outnumbered
  If Id had the chance
  Then I could understand
  Why Im a juvenile delinquent
  In an east end gang
  And if you think youve seen gasoline
  Burning in my eyes
  Dont be alarmed, and tell yourself
  Its good to be, its good to be alive
  Its just another street kid on your tail
  Running on the wrong side of the rails
  With my boot lace tie and my hand-me-downs
  You know I run the toughest bunch this side of town
  Those street kids making news just being around
  Ive been bottled and been brained
  Squealers cant be trusted
  Ooh, if we fight tonight
  You can bet well all be busted
  Id like to break away
  From the rut Im in
  But beggars cant be choosers
  Yeah, and I was born to sin
  And if you think youve seen gasoline
  Burning in my eyes
  Dont be alarmed, and tell yourself
  Its good to be, its good to be alive
  Its just another street kid on your tail
  Running on the wrong side of the rails
  With my boot lace tie and my hand-me-downs
  You know I run the toughest bunch this side of town
  Those street kids making news just being around
  Lets hear it for the street kids
  Making news just being around
  Lets hear it for the street kids
  Making news just being around
  Lets hear it for the street kids
  Just another street kid making news just being around
  Just another street kid
  Just another street kid
  Just another street kid making news just being around
  Just another street kid
  Just another street kid
  Just another street kid making news just being around
  Street kid
  Street kid
  Making news just being around
  Street kid
  Street kid
  Street kid
  Making news just being around
  Street kid
  Street kid
  Street kid
  Making news just being around
  Just another street kid
  Just another street kid
  Just another street kid making news just being around
  Making news just being around