You have never been in love, Until you’ve seen the stars, reflect in the resevoirs And you have never been in love, Until you’ve seen the dawn rise, behind the home for the blind We are the pretty petty thieves, And you’re standing on our street. …where Hector was the first of the gang with a gun in his hand and the first to do time the first of the gang to die. Oh my. Hector was the first of the gang with a gun in his hand and the first to do time the first of the gang to die. Oh my. You have never been in love, Until you’ve seen the sunlight thrown over smashed human bones We are the pretty petty thieves, And you’re standing on our street. …where Hector was the first of the gang with a gun in his hand and the first to do time the first of the gang to die. Such a silly boy. Hector was the first of the gang with a gun in his hand and a bullet in his gullet and the first lost lad to go under the sod. And he stole from the rich and the poor and the not-very-rich and the very poor and he stole all hearts away he stole all hearts away he stole all hearts away he stole all hearts away