Crime Of The Century
Kent Fitzsimons
It all started way back then
A lifetime of robbery down in the east end
The jailbird's been freed to roam again
I got no money
It's easy to see what time has done to me
A broken man without any stability
It's the crime of the century
It's the crime of the century
Profession of violence don't mean much to me
Whispers of a job
Some things never change down in the southside
This is my action i want a piece of it
Safety deposit box
The place i'm gonna nick it is up in knightsbridge
This is my chance to get on my feet again