An old man sat in the dark alley   Holding out his trembling hand   His dark eyes looked through a blanket   Wrapped in junk - out in the cold      Late at night we passed that alley   On our way down to the zoo   Life goes on without pity   On the streets of New York city      Is there a healing for a world almost dead?   Is there a healing for a world ravin' mad?      C'est la vie      Someone knocked somebody out   Drew a gun to take a life   In that game - a vicious circle   Losers die - winners survive      C'est la vie      Is there a healing for a world almost dead?   Is there a healing for a world ravin' mad?      C'est la vie   C'est la vie