| Song | The Streets |
| Artist | Soul Asylum |
| Album | Delayed Reaction (Deluxe Edition) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| It’s never quite complete, | |
| It’s never ever discrete | |
| But people just disappear | |
| And the people you meet | |
| They come from anywhere | |
| But not just anywhere | |
| They all got stories to tell | |
| They all got secrets to keep | |
| And meet by someone you like | |
| It may go get a fight | |
| Start feeling insecure, you think it’s something you like | |
| But as you’re passing by | |
| You kinda wanna cry | |
| You thinking ain’t a dream | |
| It’s in your life | |
| She keeps meoff the streets, | |
| But she keeps me off the streets | |
| She keeps me off the streets, | |
| She keeps me off the streets, | |
| So I was shooting this shit | |
| Like I could handle it | |
| Like I could live on the door | |
| Running… And throw up crowd in a whole | |
| Where it gets too cold | |
| With nowhere to be and nowhere to go | |
| And once to call my own, … letting me someone, she’s in love with… | |
| Never cheat again, | |
| And yet the lie’s a joke | |
| But she keeps me off the streets, | |
| She keeps me off the streets, | |
| She keeps me off the streets, | |
| But she keeps me off the streets, | |
| Hot … lava, when it finally breaks | |
| Breaks over your head and leaves you on your way | |
| Then she calls her dad and lies about the cash | |
| And then she bails you out | |
| And then you feel like an ass | |
| Where have you gone, … | |
| Got the self…you got nothing to eat… | |
| I’ll see you on the streets | |
| But she keeps me off the streets, | |
| She keeps me off the streets, | |
| She keeps me off the streets, | |
| But she keeps me off the streets. |
| It' s never quite complete, | |
| It' s never ever discrete | |
| But people just disappear | |
| And the people you meet | |
| They come from anywhere | |
| But not just anywhere | |
| They all got stories to tell | |
| They all got secrets to keep | |
| And meet by someone you like | |
| It may go get a fight | |
| Start feeling insecure, you think it' s something you like | |
| But as you' re passing by | |
| You kinda wanna cry | |
| You thinking ain' t a dream | |
| It' s in your life | |
| She keeps meoff the streets, | |
| But she keeps me off the streets | |
| She keeps me off the streets, | |
| She keeps me off the streets, | |
| So I was shooting this shit | |
| Like I could handle it | |
| Like I could live on the door | |
| Running And throw up crowd in a whole | |
| Where it gets too cold | |
| With nowhere to be and nowhere to go | |
| And once to call my own, letting me someone, she' s in love with | |
| Never cheat again, | |
| And yet the lie' s a joke | |
| But she keeps me off the streets, | |
| She keeps me off the streets, | |
| She keeps me off the streets, | |
| But she keeps me off the streets, | |
| Hot lava, when it finally breaks | |
| Breaks over your head and leaves you on your way | |
| Then she calls her dad and lies about the cash | |
| And then she bails you out | |
| And then you feel like an ass | |
| Where have you gone, | |
| Got the self you got nothing to eat | |
| I' ll see you on the streets | |
| But she keeps me off the streets, | |
| She keeps me off the streets, | |
| She keeps me off the streets, | |
| But she keeps me off the streets. |
| It' s never quite complete, | |
| It' s never ever discrete | |
| But people just disappear | |
| And the people you meet | |
| They come from anywhere | |
| But not just anywhere | |
| They all got stories to tell | |
| They all got secrets to keep | |
| And meet by someone you like | |
| It may go get a fight | |
| Start feeling insecure, you think it' s something you like | |
| But as you' re passing by | |
| You kinda wanna cry | |
| You thinking ain' t a dream | |
| It' s in your life | |
| She keeps meoff the streets, | |
| But she keeps me off the streets | |
| She keeps me off the streets, | |
| She keeps me off the streets, | |
| So I was shooting this shit | |
| Like I could handle it | |
| Like I could live on the door | |
| Running And throw up crowd in a whole | |
| Where it gets too cold | |
| With nowhere to be and nowhere to go | |
| And once to call my own, letting me someone, she' s in love with | |
| Never cheat again, | |
| And yet the lie' s a joke | |
| But she keeps me off the streets, | |
| She keeps me off the streets, | |
| She keeps me off the streets, | |
| But she keeps me off the streets, | |
| Hot lava, when it finally breaks | |
| Breaks over your head and leaves you on your way | |
| Then she calls her dad and lies about the cash | |
| And then she bails you out | |
| And then you feel like an ass | |
| Where have you gone, | |
| Got the self you got nothing to eat | |
| I' ll see you on the streets | |
| But she keeps me off the streets, | |
| She keeps me off the streets, | |
| She keeps me off the streets, | |
| But she keeps me off the streets. |