Anti-Heros Dark Streets Lyrics:
Out on the streets on a Saturday night, No
problems on my mind But around the corner with
some steel in his hand, Is an end that's most
unkind Poor Robert Bell with a bullet in his gut,
Did they ask his permission first? The bullet goes
in and blood flows out, and life is at its worst

[Chorus]
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Take the guns off the streets for us, and for the
ones who have eaten lead Take them all and melt
them down, Before the streets are dead

The roads are dark and the streets are narrow, and
everyone's driving fast No matter who or what you
are, Any word could be your last Your heart is
warm and your blood is cold, and your head is
screwed on tight It's too dark to see and it's too
dark to know, And that's why it always happens at
night
Lyrics: Dark Streets, Anti-Heros [end]