Shadows may hide you but also may be your grave.
You're running today, maybe tomorrow you'll be saved.
You pray for daylight to save you for a while.
You wonder if your children will face the killer's smile.
Dead men - tell no tales,
In Gangland - murder's up for sale.
Dead men - tell no tales,
In Gangland - where the jailbirds die.
Face at the window leers into your own.
But it's only your reflection, still you tremble in your bones.
How long can you hide? How long 'til they come?
A rat in a trap but you've got to survive.
Once you were glad to be free for a while.
The air tasted good and the world was your friend.
Then came the day when the hard times began.
Now you're alone but alive for how long?
A knife at your throat, another body on the pile.
A contract to keep and it's service with a smile.
Murder for vengeance or murder for gain.
Death on the streets or a blacked out jail.
Dead men - tell no tales,
In Gangland - murder's up for sale.
Dead men - tell no tales,
In Gangland - where the jailbirds die.
In Gangland you tell no tales.
compositores: Clive Ronald Burr, Adrian Frederick Smith
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