Stranger in My Own Town - The Outfield

I still remember what I saw last night

Three small kids stealing money from a poor man

Now that ain’t right — no that ain’t right

I’m still thinking 'bout the things I heard

Poor old man — he was frightened and afraid of every word

— and it’s all so absurd

But times are changing now an d I still care

There must be something we can do out there

I’m like a stranger in my own town baby

I’m like a stranger in my own town baby

I keep on walkin' through these run down streets

Graffiti walls — this ain’t nothing like it used to be

Not for you or for me

This town’s never been so down before

Looks like a photograph — someone mighta taken in

The second world war

Oh but what was that for

So many people gave their lives for this

There’s nothing left for us to reminisce

I’m like a stranger in my own town baby

I’m like a stranger in my own town baby

When those sad days were over

I’m sure they all thought that weld won

But now as I look around

We’re still invaded by everyone

Things won’t ever be the same again

I’ve not lost a town — I’ve lost my only friend

Oh but where does it end

We’ll never change these times with good intent

But right now I know I don’t feel content

I’m like a stranger in my own town baby

I’m like a stranger in my own town baby