Well, the crooks are out
And the streets are gray
Your mother's words
They're, they're ringing still
A sinister kid, is a kid who
Runs to meet his maker
A drop dead sprint from the day he's born
Straight into his makers arms
And that's me, that's me
The boy with the broken halo
That's me, that's me
The devil won't let me be
I got a tortured mind
And my blade is sharp
If I kill a man
In the first degree