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I'm walking down through the streets A twisted sight is what I see Broken people everywhere But why should I even care They live their lives in filth and pain Down there down there In the drain They live their lives in human-hell Down there down there In the drain They're struggling for the white horse A daily battle to go on The same story every day Down there in the devil's hood They live their lives in filth and pain Down there down there In the drain They live their lives in human-hell Down there down there In the drain From Letras Mania