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harold walked the streets nonstoproutine is the life for an old-beat copoh, harold's seen enough by nowcast his last line from the bowthe streets is full of creeps he'd sayhard work rounds(?) and valence paysand he slipped into a fettle ragepulled his piece out from its cagedowntown was full with friday nightthe sidewalks packed and lamplights brighthe fired quickly from his sideand he took the townfolk by surprisethe streets is full of creeps he proclaimedhonor fades but fame remainshe sprayed 'em fast he shot 'em deadand he put the last one in his headhe cast his spell, hell he cast his fatehe set the stage for swift debateall the people damned him straight to hellwhile coffins marched to funeral bellsmmmmmmmbut what they didn't understandall the demons and their dead old(?) bandhe payed his dues, he served his timeall before his heinous crimeSongtextelocked up for years, he'd long since diedhis heart had stopped, he'd lost all prideoh harold walked the streets nonstopthe life sentence for an old-beat copthe streets is full of creeps he'd saybut if i'm the king, why won't they obey mehe sprayed 'em fast, he shot 'em deadand he put the last one in his headhe cast his spell and he cast his fatehe won and lost his last debateall the city damned him strate to hellwhile coffins marched tocoffins marched tocoffins marched tofuneral bells Aus Songtexte Mania