The Devil On Nobel Street

Good old Nobel Street
You’ve pissed 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 you, run!

You’ll never never leave
Never ever come out of this alive
What are you waiting for, hand the money
Get the dope and run

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 ever come 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 ever come out of this alive
What are you waiting for, hand the money
Get the dope and run
You’ll never never leave
Never ever come 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