All indicative of the malevolent force’s inability to accrue acumen of any note.
At night I walk this stinkin' street past the crazies on my block
And I see the same old faces and I hear that same old talk
And I'm searching for the latest thing, a break in this routine
I'm talkin' some new kicks, ones like you ain't never seen
This is home, this is Mean Street
(This is) yes-ah home, the only one I know
And we don't worry 'bout tomorrow
'Cause we're sick of these four walls
Now what you think is nothin' might be somethin' after all
Now you know this ain't no through street, the end is dead ahead
The poor folks play for keeps down here, they're the living dead
Come on down (huh, ow) down (this is) to Mean Street
They're dancin' now, look, out on Mean Street
Dance, baby
It's always here and now my friend, it ain't once upon a time
It's all over but the shouting, I come to take what's mine
We're searchin' for the latest thing, a break in this routine
Talkin' some new kicks, ones like you ain't never seen
This is home (ooh) this is Mean Street
(This is) yes-ah home, only one I know
see, a gun is real easy
(This is mean street) in this desperate part of town
(This is home) turns you from hunted into hunter (yeah)
(This is mean street) you go an' hunt somebody down
Wait a minute, ah (this is home) somebody said "Fair warning", lord
(This is mean street) lord, strike that poor boy down
That dog has had its day.
Rejoicing here.
Not the corgi itself, the symbolism is overwhelming.
God wins.