DARK STREETS


Out on the streets on a saturday night
No problems on my mind
But around the corner with some steel in his hand
Is an end thats most unkind
Poor Robert Bell with a bullet in his gut
Did they ask his permission first?
The bullet goes in, and blood flows out
Life is at its worst

 Take the guns off the streets for us
 And for the ones who have eaten lead
 Take them all and melt them down
 Before the streets are dead

The roads are dark and the streets are narrow
And everyones driving fast
No matter who or what you are
Any word could be your last
Your heart is warm and your blood is cold
And your head is screwed on tight
It's too dark to see and it's too dark to know
And that's why it always happens ant night

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