Trapped in skyscraper, office space Take your break, escape in haste I'd walk a mile for that great taste Of my brand I thee sing Standing there in pairs and threes Chattering teeth and trembling knees We French inhale and then we sneeze And suddenly it's Spring We're the new street people We're the ones you see Standing outside smoking Where the air is free So far you've had just two today Baby, you've come a long, long way Down forty flights what can I say Just to get that hit We stand around, the helpless ones With the homeless, the winos, the bums Reteach us how to suck our thumbs Show us how to quit Ostracized in restaurants Aeroplanes and public haunts Deprived of our most precious wants That is to say, the weed We see the billboards and we long To live there, that's where we belong Where looking cool is never wrong It's normal to need We're the new street people We're the ones you see Standing outside smoking Where the air is free Ten thousand toxic natural shocks Filter, flavor, flip-top box Thank God when it's five o'clock That's when we go home Behind closed doors every night Matches flare and lighters light There we exercise the right To be left alone Rooms fill up with acrid haze We fill up our favorite ash trays It's just like the good old bad days We only err in here But tomorrow we'll be back outside Along the street where we can't hide Stripped of dignity and pride Sucking cigs in fear We're the new street people We're the ones you see Standing outside smoking Where the air is free