(Gorham, Lynott)

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He made a big impression

When he walked across the room

And I must make my confession

I might have spoked too soon



He's a killer

Without a cause

The time is right

To settle scores



On the streets he lives again

Down the alley and round the bend

On the beat beneath the light

An angel comes to claim the light



From the streets

This rebel shall rise

His soul shall soar

Through the skies



The same old confrontation

At the bar in the saloon

But it's just another tricky situation

The underworld operation lies in ruins



He's a killer

Without a cause

The time is right

To settle scores