Pay your debt to the man on the corner
He poses a threat and he seems a tall order
He’s making his way to you
Through a heavy crowd
 [bad word] along, and [bad word] straight for you
And everyone does their best to ignore your screams and your pleas
No matter how loud

What can you do when you know he carries a knife?
Give up the money, or give up your life
And who would ever wanna die so young?
That’s the price you pay
For having fun

The world is a rough tough place to be
On a Friday night, out in the city
When there’s no one in the end who’s looking out for you
So pay your debt or be quick [bad word] Or in the next day paper be another one
Who bit off more than he could even chew

He bit off more than he could even chew

What can you do when you know he carries a knife?
Give up the money, or give up your life
And who would ever wanna die so young?
But that’s the price you pay
For having fun

What’s this [bad word] to?
What’s this [bad word] to?
What’s this [bad word] to?
And why is he doing it to you?

What can you do when you know he carries a knife?
Give up the money, or give up your life
And who would ever wanna die so young?
That’s the price you pay
For having fun