Five points

Hey You, you ain´t got
what it takes to be a man
That is what, so many hear
down at the Five Points

Do you feel that
You´ve got what it takes
How about some
Other way of life
I control the points
Like my five fingers
When I close them
They become a fist

Trapped down, in that town
Between gangs and rivalries
Bribed cops, crooked power
Bill the Butcher makes the chops

Welcome to Five Points
Ruled by the strongest
Sewer of decay
A needle in the hay

This hate, sworn revenge
Stews inside you restless
Still you, feel a slight
Respect for the Butcher

Now you´ve made your
Mind about the strike
The time is just right
Situation´s ripe
You don´t take down
Big men in the dark
You´ll do it on day
For everyone to see

Welcome to Five Points
Ruled by the strongest
Sewer of decay
A needle in the hay

Bad luck, mixed in
The greatest display
Now he, knows the game
Much in your dismay

The folk have suffered
Far too long
Revolting breaks out
Time after time
An unknown factor
Steps into place
The first draft made
Made hell break lose

The Grand Finalé
Never gets a chance
Army, crushes crowds
You make this one stand

Welcome to Five Points
Ruled by the strongest
Sewer of decay
A needle in the hay