A trashcan fire that warms his hands A fifth of jack in a paper bag A cardboard box under high street bridge He hasn't always been like this There have been better days
Street survivors They are fighting the pain Fighting the pain Street survivors Now they're caught in the rain Caught in the rain Still holding on to every dream Still holding on to what keeps them alive Street survivors
She ran away from a home in war The little girl grew up too fast They tried to break her spirit down Learned to fly on broken wings She's taking off the ground
Street survivors They are fighting the pain Fighting the pain Street survivors Now they're caught in the rain Caught in the rain Still holding on to every dream Still holding on to what keeps them alive And every day it's do or die Street survivors
