There must be something in the water
The gypsy shouted at the priest
All of his obsessions
Has got me talking to the wind
All the men with there Charlie
While the spouses fight
Now the fire will burn here
When walking down the street
The men are always talking
About the days of old
There's no heroes anymore
Because life is getting sold
I wont get emotional
When the wall comes tumbling down
For life is criminal
And that gypsy is a thief
All day with the peaky blinders
Life feels like a dream
You are cursing and wondering
Where the hell I've been
I've been in the state pen
Doing 90 years
No criminal will repent
When they're only 17
