Killer Without a Cause

Killer Without A Cause (Gorham, Lynott) ---------------------- He made a big impression When he walked across the room And I must make my confession I might have spoked too soon He's a killer Without a cause The time is right To settle scores On the streets he lives again Down the alley and round the bend On the beat beneath the light An angel comes to claim the light From the streets This rebel shall rise His soul shall soar Through the skies The same old confrontation At the bar in the saloon But it's just another tricky situation The underworld operation lies in ruins He's a killer Without a cause The time is right To settle scores