In this neighbourhood
It's understood
That if the boy's no good
You don't say a word
Fallen angels
Don't stand a chance
When people like to call these small-time crooks their friends
Can you do the hold up
With a water pistol?
We don't have the guns
Street light guidelines
They don't make sense
When no-one talks for their
Dying friends
You go to trial
You tell a lie
And get home late at night to see your mother cry
Can you do the hold up
With a water pistol?
We don't have the guns