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Public enemy number one
Wearing spats and touting machine guns
Word on the street is they're on the run
For many crimes that this gang has done
White heat, black hearts
Born to run, till they depart
They're the toughest kids in the neighbourhood
Their names are written in blood
Back on the streets again
Running wild and raging hell
Dead men no tales they'll tell
Running from the law again
Angels with dirty faces
Gangsters in their roaring twenties
Revolving doors and trading places
And fearing no one
Angels with dirty faces
They mark your cards and deal you aces
Always coming out top of the rat race
Racketeers, big hitters
Bootlegging the cheap liquor
Their mothers all think
They're saints not sinners
And all the town are wrong
Back on the streets again
Running wild and raging hell
Dead men no tales they'll tell
Running from the law again
Angels with dirty faces
Gangsters in their roaring twenties
Revolving doors and trading places
And fearing no one
Angels with dirty faces
They mark your cards and deal you aces
Always coming out top of the rat race
Angels with dirty faces
Gangsters in their roaring twenties
Revolving doors and trading places
And fearing no one
Angels with dirty faces
They mark your cards and deal you aces
Always coming out top of the rat race
Born angels with dirty faces
Gangsters in their roaring twenties
Revolving doors and trading places
Born angels with dirty faces
Gangsters in their roaring twenties
They mark your cards and deal you aces
Born angels with dirty faces