Chip off the blocknseems that I'm notnas good as I thoughtnor as bad as you wantnthe line has been drawnnwhat side are you on?ntry to do it rightnbut everything is wrongnand so I stare atnthe dregs of the earthnclear blue skiesnto the deepest of dirtnwith hands stretched outnlooking pious and purento the ten padlocksnstrapped on your front doornnWell, There ain't nuthin'nbut heroes and villainsnmore villains than heroesnBut can you tellnone from the next?nCan you go down from zero?nThere ain't nuthin'nbut heroes and villainsnmore villains than heroesnAll lined upnfrom the east to the westnblack hat born or an 'S' on your chestnnWho got in your head?nWho told you those things?nYou better put 'em upnWhen you hear the bell ringnseeing things clearnin the blackest of nightnand sometimes the good guysnthey dont wear whitenn(NO!!!)nn(Chorus)nnGangsters and mobsnwith itchy trigger fingersndo-gooder knightsnor some love song singersnthey all got their rules, man,nare trades of the tricknbut give 'em one chance andnI swear they'll all switch