CRIME OF THE CENTURY


It all started way back then
A lifetime of robbery down in the East End
The jailbird's been freed to roam again
I got no money
It's easy to see what time has done to me
A broken man without any stability

 It's the crime of the century
 It's the crime of the century
 Profession of violence doesn't mean much for me

Whispers of a job
Some things never change down in the Southside
This is my action I want a piece of it 
Safety deposit box
The place I'm gonna nick it is up in Knightsbridge
This is my chance to get on my feet again

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