Music: S C Neale, S Askew, N Beggs Lyrics: N Beggs Date: 1985 Last night a lady came knocking at my door Knock knock open up, ain't seen her before What's your name she said to me, you look the playful kind I an the angel you require come to waste your time So I took some time to cool out, chase away the fear A man comes up to offer me some heavy smoking gear I said no thanks a lot, I don't shoot that stuff He looked mad, a gun came out, no ain't good enough Stop and look around, or maybe you won't get much older People with ambition, there is danger round the corner CHORUS >>some people live on the streets by night And calm with a charm of a gun Some people live on the streets alright And calm with a charm of a gun<< In this world we're living in, a very narrow line Separates sanity we cross it all the time If by chance the lunatic, should get the final vote This can be your serenade, I will row the boat If you're passing through you better keep your engine running Keep from asking questions if you want to keep on living CHORUS >>some people live on the streets by night And calm with a charm of a gun Some people live on the streets alright And calm with a charm of a gun<<