Hot Road in a Suburban Area of California.
House with a tree on the left.
Cars and a Garage on the right.
It remains.
Desolate In The Night.
Despite the people who live there.
The Children in the house are the only ones with a heart.
All the adults sold their soul to a bottle.
Named ''Alcohol''.
I can remember your house.
And what you did that night.
To me.
With such irresponsibility.
And Disrespect.
That is why you remain.
Desolate In The Night.
You're walking down the street.
But don't know where to go.
Because you stole.
Their right of freedom.
You're nothing but another Drunk on the sidewalk.
Bourden Breathe, and begging on your knees.
All for the Alcohol.
What's it worth?
How much do their lives cost?
What's it worth?
How much does Abuse cost?
What's it worth?
How much do they mean to you?
Or did I forget you didn't even care?
Cus I know you don't.
This is why.
You remain...
Desolate In The Night.
With your children living in fright.
You're just another drunk on the road.
Walking down the street.
Into the...
Desolate In The Night.
Sky of Smog at Sunset.
You can see.
When Nightfall comes.
He comes around.
Into his home.
Beating his wife.
Putting a knife up to his daughter's throat.
Threatening to kill.
Still.
No One.
No One.
Seems to Care.
Except me.
Why does it have to be like this?
Tell me.
Why?
Men and Women who choose the Bottle.
Just a bunch of pathetic Street Drunks.
Walking down the Road.
In the Suburban Area.
Of California.
Desolate In The Night.
Justice in my hand I carry.
With Hope in my Heart.
As I find a way.
To take them away.
From all of the hell.
For Eternity...
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