(G.Kooymans/B.Hay)
On the streets that go by number
Still can't figure out how to get home

There is no life lines, only dead lines
Sure picked a fine time to be born


First you taste it then you're wasted
By the time you're almost 16 years old
Everything used to be so simple

Like the beating of a heart
Dedicated to my little darling
Right until the day we'd part

There's a fist on the door
I can hear it knocking
Gotta check it out

Beyond a shadow of a doubt

There's something heavy going down

And there's more to it than a pistol and a gun
There's something going down


On a midnight operation
When the searchlights make your skin crawl
My reaction to the action is

I don't wanna be doing this at all
Breaking rules that are made in schools
That teach you how to be successful

Used to be oh so simple
Like the beating of a heart
Dedicated to my little darling

Right until the day we'd part
There's fist on the doorI can hear it knocking
Gotta check it out

Beyond a shadow of a doubt

There's something heavy going down

And there's more to it than a pistol and a gun
There's something going down
Something heavy going down

There's more to it than a pistol and a gun
There's something going down,
Something heavy going down

There's more to it than a rocket and a bomb
There's something going down,
Something heavy going downA

Nd there's more to it than a pistol and a gun
There's something going down, down, down, down yeah
Something heavy going down