Young boy comes searching for the bright lights   He’s looking for those “streets of gold”   He never finds them   Down an alley there’s a back street gang   They say "Kid you shouldn’t walk down here alone"   They really take him to the cleaners   They turn his pockets inside out   Then they cut him   Leave him lying in a pool of blood   In the city no one hears you when you shout      No friends, no home, no food, no money   He learns to scavenge to survive   He becomes an animal   See him running through the streets at night   You can almost see the jungle in his eyes   His mum and dad wait for a phone call   They’re never going to see their son again   Something’s changed him   Don’t go near him he’s a wild boy now, this moth is dying in the flame   He’s an animal, see him running through the streets at night   He’s an animal, beneath the dirt his skin turns white   He’s a wild boy