(ian hunter)

Hes much the same as anyone - he dont do what hes told
He got hostile on his school report - and he leaves his mother cold
His father owned a bakery - one day they found him hanged
It aint good to be free in little italy - his sons the leader of the gang

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Restless youth - restless youth
Restless youth - restless youth

He soon found out he could not work - the money was no good
This child of the city hit the welfare kitty - did some runnin for the hoods

And the logic of the street was such - that everything was bent
Theres a lot of white collars - stealing government dollars - wouldnt notice
Such a little percent.

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Now I went to his graduation - in some brooklyn overnight jail
He said he was a member of the rockn roll nation - but his face was drawn n pale
They gave him a suspended sentence - n he got straight on the phone
Called a big, big, man with a miami tan n said
Hi Im al capone - the 2nd restless youth

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Now his first hit came at seventeen - his second was his last
Some dealer ran screaming from the scene - as the bullets whistled past
n the cop that killed him shook his head n said I swear the truth
When I know it was some old, old man n not a restless youth.

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Now the moral of this story is that all he saw was greed
Legal, illegalities n all them politician thieves
Good people of the u.s.a. if you want your kids to grow
Then check your harvest carefully - dont reap; before you sow

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