harold walked the streets nonstop routine is the life for an old-beat cop oh, harold's seen enough by now cast his last line from the bow the streets is full of creeps he'd say hard work rounds(?) and valence pays and he slipped into a fettle rage pulled his piece out from its cage downtown was full with friday night the sidewalks packed and lamplights bright he fired quickly from his side and he took the townfolk by surprise the streets is full of creeps he proclaimed honor fades but fame remains he sprayed 'em fast he shot 'em dead and he put the last one in his head he cast his spell, hell he cast his fate he set the stage for swift debate all the people damned him straight to hell while coffins marched to funeral bells mmmmmmm
but what they didn't understand all the demons and their dead old(?) band he payed his dues, he served his time all before his heinous crime locked up for years, he'd long since died his heart had stopped, he'd lost all pride oh harold walked the streets nonstop the life sentence for an old-beat cop the streets is full of creeps he'd say but if i'm the king, why won't they obey me he sprayed 'em fast, he shot 'em dead and he put the last one in his head he cast his spell and he cast his fate he won and lost his last debate all the city damned him strate to hell while coffins marched to coffins marched to coffins marched to funeral bells