Wintertime's such a cold and bitter timeFor some, but not for othersChristmas eveOutside the snow's coming downChildren Happy, Santa's ComingWhile the homeless scurry through townMothers and Fathers turn awayGrandparents just hope to see one more Christmas DayChildren, Kids, they just don't knowHow Street People freeze to deathWhen...It...SnowsCrime in the streetsA bag lady's cryingKnife in her stomachAnd she's dyingShe'll be dead by tonightProstitutes down on Wingate and SixthPimps come by, give 'em a fix twice a nightYou,You say that you hate itBut you,You don't do nothing about itThe streets are aliveThey're hoping to survive the nightBut, nobody lives in this life to longNobody thinks they belongSo honestly nobody caresSince people are too wrapped up in themselves to noticeStreet PeopleSleeping in the city's trashStreet PeopleHaving to beg for a little cashStreet PeopleNever having a place to goStreet PeopleFreeze to deathWhen-It-Snows