Letra de N.Y.C.

Out on the curbside sat a little boy whose crying caused a story to unfold
"I've no father, I've no family, it's getting dark and getting cold
I've been left here by myself and I'm alone."
Oh, in a New York City project another victim sits
Her life is lost from being tossed down streets of trash and brick
It ain't nice in the city when it's time to turn the trick
When the fix is late, the pimp won't wait, and you know you're getting sick
No "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star,"
No one to wonder who you are
We're all urchins, beggar boys, disowned
Like Jack and Jill, we've fallen down
We're bruised and battered, tarnished crowns
No water in the well to carry home
'Cause everyone's a Judas when the truth is finally told
And everyone's a lonely little child
We thought life a commodity, our friendship's bought and sold
But until we've been reborn we're all defiled
Through life we learn dishonesty and how to never cry, to harden our hearts and not show pain
We learn the art of blasphemy, to laugh in Jesus' face, though salvation comes in no other name
It's time to live in honesty, it's time we learn to cry, to soften our hearts once again
Oh, it's time we laid our burdens down embracing Jesus' love - salvation comes in no other name
In no other name
Yeah, yeah, yeah