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.
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.

You have never been in love,
Until you've seen 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
The first last lad 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...

Writer : MORRISSEY, STEVEN / WHYTE, ALAIN GORDON
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group