Sparkline

Bottles clink on the cracked concrete Drunks yelling loud as the night

repeats Cheap booze flowing in the open air Loud music blasting without

a care (hey!)

Men on the curb with their cans held high Shouting at the

sky as the hours fly by Street corner choir with slurred harmony

Loud beats echoing from the boombox nearby

Voices rising

as the tension grows

Bottles smashing in

the evening glow

Empty bottles rolling down the lane Laughter and curses in a wild

refrain Drinks passed around in the fading light Yells cut through the

thick of the night

Quiet for a moment then it starts again

The street wakes up with the same old din

Benefit Street never sleeps at all

The drinking and yelling through every wall

(hey hey)