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Out on the streets on a Saturday night, No problems on my mind |
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But around the corner with some steel in his hand, Is an end that's most unkind |
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Poor Robert Bell with a bullet in his gut, Did they ask his permission first? |
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The bullet goes in and blood flows out, and life is at its worst |
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(Chorus) |
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{Take the guns off the streets for us, and for the ones who have eaten lead |
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Take them all and melt them down, Before the streets are dead} |
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The roads are dark and the streets are narrow, and everyone's driving fast |
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No matter who or what you are, Any word could be your last |
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Your heart is warm and your blood is cold, and your head is screwed on tight |
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It's too dark to see and it's too dark to know, And that's why it always happens at night |
