There’s no saints on my street only thieves and sinners.

Fallen Angels, abusers and losers but no winners.

Pimps and old meat with stale dreams fall into the gutter.

Avoid the glares, don’t stare and welcome to the jungle.

We don’t do small talk or discuss terms and conditions.

Our offices are open dusk to dawn to satisfy your wishes.

By the massage parlour are family cars and fathers.

There’s the international supermarket which the young guns like to target.

The ladies hold no contracts and seek no approval.

No PAYE or checkups. They are base and they are brutal.

We dont do small talk or discuss terms and conditions.

Our offices are open dusk to dawn to satisfy your wishes.

See there aren’t any saints on my street only thieves and sinners.

Broken cowboys and old queens getting old and thinner.

Guns, knives and heartaches with violence and hate.

Pay the rate don’t negotiate. Then watch them ingest or regurgitate.