Boulevardjackson brownedown on the boulevard they take it hardthey look at life with such disregardthey say it can't be wonthe way the game is runbut if you choose to stayyou end up playing anywayit's okay--the kid's in shock up and down the blockthe folks are home playing beat the clockdown at the golden cupthey set the young ones upunder the neon lightselling day for nightit's alright--nobody rides for freenobody gets it like they want it to benobody hands you any guaranteenobodythe hearts are hard and the times are toughdown on the boulevard the night's enoughand time passes slowbetween the store front shadows and the street lights gloweverybody walks right by like they're safe or somethingthey don't know--nobody knows younobody owes you nothinnobody shows you what they're thinkingnobody babyhey, hey, babyyou got to watch the street, keep your feetand be on guardmake it pay babyit's only time on the boulevard