First of the Gang to Die - Live
You have never been in love
Until you've seen the stars
Reflect in the reservoirs
And you have never been in love
Until you've seen the dawn rise
Behind the home for the blind
We are the pretty petty thieves
And you're standing on our street
Where Hector was the first of the gang
With a gun in his hand
And the first to do time
The first of the gang to die, oh my
Hector was the first of the gang
With a gun in his hand
And the first to do time
The first of the gang to die, oh my
You have never been in love
Until you've seen the sunlight thrown
Over smashed human bones
We are the pretty petty thieves
And you're standing on our street
Where Hector was the first of the gang
With a gun in his hand
And the first to do time
The first of the gang to die, such a silly boy
Hector was the first of the gang
With a gun in his hand
And a bullet in his gullet
And the first lost lad to go under the sod
And he stole from the rich and the poor
And the not-very-rich and the very poor
And he stole all hearts away
He stole all hearts away
He stole all hearts away
He stole all hearts away
He stole all hearts away
He stole all hearts away
He stole all hearts away
He stole all hearts away oh
Until you've seen the stars
Reflect in the reservoirs
And you have never been in love
Until you've seen the dawn rise
Behind the home for the blind
We are the pretty petty thieves
And you're standing on our street
Where Hector was the first of the gang
With a gun in his hand
And the first to do time
The first of the gang to die, oh my
Hector was the first of the gang
With a gun in his hand
And the first to do time
The first of the gang to die, oh my
You have never been in love
Until you've seen the sunlight thrown
Over smashed human bones
We are the pretty petty thieves
And you're standing on our street
Where Hector was the first of the gang
With a gun in his hand
And the first to do time
The first of the gang to die, such a silly boy
Hector was the first of the gang
With a gun in his hand
And a bullet in his gullet
And the first lost lad to go under the sod
And he stole from the rich and the poor
And the not-very-rich and the very poor
And he stole all hearts away
He stole all hearts away
He stole all hearts away
He stole all hearts away
He stole all hearts away
He stole all hearts away
He stole all hearts away
He stole all hearts away oh
Credits
Writer(s): Steven Patrick Morrissey, Alain Gordon Whyte
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