Resurrection Band - N.Y.C. lyrics

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 sit's
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