I used to live in a poor neighborhood. My friends and me we always had a time. Never had no money but we had it so good. Those days are gone and I wanna go back.
You got to lock your doors, keep the world out. We're closin' ourselves in. If you watch the news it'll scare you to death. To hell and back again. The only justice here's at the wrong end of a gun.
Doesn't seem that long ago. Three of us walkin' down that road. Grey fifty-five Chevy, parked in the front yard. Little Melody tagged along. Those were the best days now they're gone.