| We’re just slum kids, and we know it,
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| And we never stood a chance.
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| We were dragged up from the gutter,
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| From the wrong side of the tracks.
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| So how dare you criticize,
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| When you don’t know what it’s like
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| To be dragged up from the gutter,
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| From the wrong side of the tracks.
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| Why do rich kids get all the breaks,
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| While the poor slum kids have to work, sweat, struggle and slave?
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| Why, Lord, there’s so much injustice in this world?
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| Slum kids never stand a chance.
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| Look at all the slum kids all around you,
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| Oh, they never stood a chance.
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| We were dragged up from the gutter,
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| From the wrong side of the tracks.
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| Why do rich kids get all the breaks,
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| While the poor slum kids have to work, sweat, struggle and slave?
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| Why, Lord, there’s so much injustice in this world?
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| Slum kids never stand a chance.
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| Look at all the slum kids all around you,
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| Oh, they never stood a chance.
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| We were dragged up from the gutter,
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| From the wrong side of the tracks.
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| So how dare you criticize,
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| When you don’t know what it’s like
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| To be dragged up from the gutter,
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| From the wrong side of the tracks. |