He made a big impression When he walked across the room And I must make my confession I might have spoked too soon
He's a killer Without a cause The time is right To settle scores
On the streets he lives again Down the alley and round the bend On the beat beneath the light An [bad word] to claim the light
From the streets This rebel shall rise And his soul shall soar Through the skies
The same old confrontation At the bar in the saloon But it's just another tricky situation The underworld operation lies [bad word] He's a killer Without a cause The time is right To settle scores
On the streets he lives again Down the alley and round the bend On the beat beneath the light An [bad word] to claim the light
From the streets Of this rebel shall rise And his soul shall soar Through the skies