Sidewalk by Icehouse
Whoa oh (Whoa oh)
Sidewalk, sleep on the sidewalk, the ragman stands at the end of a line
His eyes burn hard in the light of day, so proud of the American Way
But it's a lie, yeah, lie, and you believe every word
Well, it's a lie, yeah, lie, but what goes on in your mind?
And when the walls come down on the American dream
You're gonna sleep on the sidewalk
In your hands, dirt and blood on your hands
In your day, you didn't need anyone
So look around, remember, yeah, these are your friends
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