A black man died on the lower east side
And the newspapers said he had a knife
When the police came they said that he's to blame
It's a shame but we had to take his life
When the sun goes down on this one light town
We could be in for nasty weather
Can't understand why they shot the wrong man
They couldn't put the pieces back together
Chorus
See the girls as they walk the beat
Times are hard on Division Street
And there it sighs in the summer heat
Gonna leave my blues on Division street (This is my home)
Down on Division Street (stand on my own)
Down on Division Street (this is my home)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Two gangs in a battle zone
Shiny steel and cobblestone
And the fear smells like desolation
Skin trade for a dollar bill
The johns and the junkies get their fill
While they choke on their salvation
Now they a just don't care
What color flag you wear
Cause the blood still comes from the living
The street was paved in gold
Has long ago been bought and sold
And the graveyard takes what its given
Chorus
I make a decision
Gonna set my business straight
I gonna be your religion
Gonna help me hold on hold on hold on
Til I can leave this place
Instrument Break
Yeah, yeah, yeah
This is my home
Well I hang on to this here street
Yeah, yeah, yeah
This is my home
And the newspapers said he had a knife
When the police came they said that he's to blame
It's a shame but we had to take his life
When the sun goes down on this one light town
We could be in for nasty weather
Can't understand why they shot the wrong man
They couldn't put the pieces back together
Chorus
See the girls as they walk the beat
Times are hard on Division Street
And there it sighs in the summer heat
Gonna leave my blues on Division street (This is my home)
Down on Division Street (stand on my own)
Down on Division Street (this is my home)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Two gangs in a battle zone
Shiny steel and cobblestone
And the fear smells like desolation
Skin trade for a dollar bill
The johns and the junkies get their fill
While they choke on their salvation
Now they a just don't care
What color flag you wear
Cause the blood still comes from the living
The street was paved in gold
Has long ago been bought and sold
And the graveyard takes what its given
Chorus
I make a decision
Gonna set my business straight
I gonna be your religion
Gonna help me hold on hold on hold on
Til I can leave this place
Instrument Break
Yeah, yeah, yeah
This is my home
Well I hang on to this here street
Yeah, yeah, yeah
This is my home