(Street survivor)
(Street survivor)
(Street survivor)

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