in' down the street,
under those neon lights
Waving at them pretty girls
Did that every Friday night
It was me and Brother Pete
We were looking for a fight
Pete swung when he got the chance
Ghetto kids in the heat of the night
In came the Phoenix police
Guns drawn and waving in the air
Neck skin kid bleeding on the ground
Me and Pete ain't going anywhere
I swear next time
They ain't gonna take us alive
They ain't gonna take us alive
Next time
That poor angel wound up dyin'
For me and my brother it's over too
Judge said two less wetbacks
runnin' wild
You're gonna spend your
lives wearin' blue
I'm gonna miss my sweet Marie
Yeah, I'm gonna mis s 7th Avenue
These streets ain't got a chance
Nothing anyone could ever do
I swear next time
They ain't gonna take us alive
No, they ain't gonna take us alive
Next time
Counting days in Yuma prison
Yeah, Pete's down on
that Winslow crew
Tell our mother it ain't worth cryin'
Thought I'd be dead by twenty -two
I still miss my sweet Marie
Yeah, I still miss Seventh Avenue
In here you ain't got a chance
Nothin' anyone could ever do
I swear next time
they ain't gonna take us alive
No, they ain't gonna take us alive
next time
I swear, next time
they ain't gonna take us alive
They ain't gonna take us alive
next time you