(Smith/Burr)
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 jail birds 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 till 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 your 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 blackened out jail
Dead men — tell no tales
In Gangland — murder’s up for sale
Dead men — tell no tales
In Gangland — where jail birds die
In Gangland you tell no tales