Paroles: Mando Diao. Give Me Fire. Mean Street.

Let me take you for a ride
Far away from the upper side
Oh, we're going down to the mean street

Johnny's got a brand new 38
He thinks it's gonna cure his hate
Oh, it's all done in the mean street
Oh, it's the state of grace
And it's all done in the mean street, yeah

Take my hand and close your pretty eyes
It's gonna hurt so much
When summer hits the New York sky
Oh no, it's all done in the mean street

God, I love this stormy cloud
Where all nasty girls, they like it loud
Oh, it's all good in the mean streets

You know, Diane had her grand debut here
And Michael couldn't even tell if it was pleasure or fear
It's all done in the mean street
And it's my little state of grace
It goes down in the mean street, yeah

Take my hand and close your pretty eyes
It's gonna hurt so much
When summer hits the New York sky
Oh no, it's all done in the mean street

The heights, the sights, the green, the scarred
The easy way of doing everything hard, the fashion
Oh, I hate that street with passion, yeah

Take my hand and close your pretty eyes
It's gonna hurt so much
When summer hits the New York sky
Oh no, it's all done in the mean street
It's all done in the mean street
It's all done in the mean street

It's all done in the mean street
It's all done in the mean street
It's all done in the mean street
It's all done in the mean street
It's all done in the mean street
It's all done in the mean street