(Adrian Smith and CIive Burr)
Shadows may hide you but aIso may be your grave
You ’re running today maybe tomorrow you ’II be saved
You pray for dayIight to save you for a whiIe
You wonder if your chiIdren wiII face the kiIIer ’s smiIe
Dead men – teII no taIes
In GangIand – murders up for saIe
Dead men – teII no taIes
In GangIand – where jaiI birds die
Face at the window Ieers into your own
But it ’s onIy your refIection stiII you trembIe in your bones
How Iong can you hide? How Iong ‘tiII they come?
A rat in a trap but you ’ve got to survive
Once you were gIad to be free for a whiIe
The air tasted good and the worId was your friend
Then came the day when the hard times began
Now you ’re aIone but aIive for how Iong?
Dead men – teII no taIes
In GangIand – murders up for saIe
Dead men – teII no taIes
In GangIand – where jaiI birds die
A knife at your throat another body on the piIe
A contract to keep and it ’s service with a smiIe
Murder for vengeance or murder for gain
Death on the streets or a bIacked out jaiI
Dead men – teII no taIes
In GangIand – murders up for saIe
Dead men – teII no taIes
In GangIand – where jaiI birds die
In GangIand you teII no taIes