Music: S C Neale, S Askew, N Beggs
Lyrics: N Beggs
Date: 1985
Last night a lady came knocking at my door
knock knock open up, ain't seen her before
what's your name she said to me, you look the playful kind
I an the angel you require come to waste your time
So I took some time to cool out, chase away the fear
a man comes up to offer me some heavy smoking gear
I said no thanks a lot, I don't shoot that stuff
he looked mad, a gun came out, no ain't good enough
stop and look around, or maybe you won't get much older
people with ambition, there is danger round the corner
CHORUS
>>some people live on the streets by night
and calm with a charm of a gun
some people live on the streets alright
and calm with a charm of a gun>some people live on the streets by night
and calm with a charm of a gun
some people live on the streets alright
and calm with a charm of a gun
