Lyrics
Look at that guy, he's got hawk on his head
He's wearing high boots and knee-holed pants
Black leather and chains, bracelets and pins
He's punk, he's subculture, he's kid of the streets
Kids of the streets
It's violent times
Kids of the streets
It's violent age
Kids of the streets
They have to fight
Kids of the streets
Fight to survive
And this one's a psycho, his temples are shaved
He's also in high boots and rolled up pants
His hair sticks up high and it's colored red
He's kid of the streets, rock'n'roll is in his head
And this one's a skinhead - the working class pride
Don't care about politics cause it's full of lies
High boots and black laces, black bomber's on him
Short hair and side whiskers - he's kid of the streets