The Streets Don't Lie

You can love me, if you've got the cash

I've got three young mouths to feed

Hell, I'll do it for half of that

And a gram of speed

Got a .22 under my bed

Cocked and ready to go

They'll have to pry it from my cold dead hands

All the money that I owe

The streets don't lie

The streets don't lie

The streets don't lie

The streets don't lie

I know a bloke out in Armadale

He's got more fingers than teeth

He punched on with his uncles once

When they were laying his father's wreath

He'll steal a car for fourty-five bucks

Hell, he'll do it for fun

Been on the inside seven times

And still he's only thirty-one

The streets don't lie

The streets don't lie

The streets don't lie

The streets don't lie

Can you take me to the courthouse

At a quarter to nine

I've got a date with a judge

Hopefully not the same as last time

Or at least don't hold a grudge

Might have to turn on the crocodile tears

Tell them that I've changed my ways

Or pray to whoever can save me

From ending up back in chains

The streets don't lie

The streets don't lie

The streets don't lie

The streets don't lie

The streets don't lie

The streets don't lie!