Down this street
There is a place
Down this street
A familiar face

He waits and haunts
And raids ur dreams
and enjoys the sounds
Of children's screams

On blak avenue 
There is a place
For all the ones 
Who fell from his grace

he'll sweep u up
and give u wings
to all the children
with broken things

Don't scream
Don't scream
It's all a dream

We sing
We dance
On streets 
We prance

This street so dark
With things to do
We're singing and dancing
On Blak Avenue