Good old Nobel Street
You've [bad word] your pants again
The wind blows hard, cop turn outs
Hookers waiting in line, loving you long, long time

Poor old bum
They're after [bad word] 

You'll never never leave
Never [bad word] out of this alive
What are you waiting for, hand the money
Get the dope [bad word] 
Poor old bum
Put down your gun

Good old Nobel Street
You hide something from me
Who is the fat kid from my block
I suspect he's the devil, I hate his laugh
His eyes are red

You'll never never leave
Never [bad word] out of this alive
Your heart is aching, your heart is aching
You must be the devil

Son of a bum
Now carrying his gun

You'll never never leave
Never [bad word] out of this alive
What are you waiting for, hand the money
Get the dope [bad word] You'll never never leave
Never [bad word] out of this alive
Your heart is aching, your heart is aching
You must be the devil

Son of a bum
Now carrying his gun