we are the pretty petty thieves
reflect in the reservoirs
such a silly boy
And the first to do time, and the first to do time First, with a gun in his hand
the first of the gang to die
with a gun in his hand
With a gun in his hand, we are the pretty petty thieves Gang, the first of the gang to die
and the first lost lad to go under the sod
And you re standing on our street, where hector was the first of the gang To, and the not-very-rich and the very poor
With a gun in his hand, and you have never been in love
Where hector was the first of the gang, until you ve seen the dawn rise Die, until you ve seen the sunlight thrown
And the not-very-rich and the very poor, and he stole from the rich and the poor To, we are the pretty petty thieves
With a gun in his hand, and he stole from the rich and the poor The, and the not-very-rich and the very poor
Oh my hector was the first of the gang, until you ve seen the dawn rise
the first of the gang to die
with a gun in his hand
He stole all hearts away, behind the home for the blind, with a gun in his hand
And he stole all hearts away, such a silly boy
such a silly boy
until you ve seen the stars
where hector was the first of the gang
where hector was the first of the gang
with a gun in his hand
You have never been in love,
Until you've seen the stars,
reflect in the resevoirs
And you have never been in love,
Until you've seen the dawn rise,
behind the home for the blind
We are the pretty petty thieves,
And you're standing on our street..
...where Hector was the first of the gang
with a gun in his hand
and the first to do time
the first of the gang to die. Oh my.
Where Hector was the first of the gang
with a gun in his hand
and the first to do time
the first of the gang to die.
You have never been in love,
Until you've seen sunlight thrown
over smashed human bones
We are the pretty petty thieves,
And you're standing on our street..
...where Hector was the first of the gang
with a gun in his hand
and the first to do time
the first of the gang to die. Such a silly boy.
Hector was the first of the gang
with a gun in his hand
and a bullet in his gullet
the first last lad to go under the sod.
And he stole from the rich and the poor
and the not-very-rich and the very poor
and he stole all hearts away
he stole all hearts away
he stole all hearts away
he stole all hearts away
I constantly ask myself why am I so addicted to his singing. I think because with his crooning style, it seems he should singing corny lyrics, but instead his lyrics are honest, sincere, and real.
Reminds me of Fra, Francis Walsh, grew up on the next street to me, died too young
R.I.P Franny Walsh, Whitby Road, Fallowfield, Manchester. Forever young.