They must have had the whole thing planned
There must have been a hundred
If we make a stand
I think we´ll be outnumbered
If I´d had the chance
Then I could understand
Why I´m a juvenile delinquent
In an East End gang

And if you think you´ve seen gasoline burning in my eyes
Don´t be alarmed, tell yourself it´s good to be, it´s good to be alive

It´s 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

I´ve been bottled and been brained
Squealers can´t be trusted
If we fight tonight
You can bet we´ll all be busted
I´d like to break away
From the rut I´m in
But beggars can´t be choosers
And I was born to sin

Let´s hear it for the street kids
Making news just being around