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You have never been in love,
Until you have seen the stars reflect in the reservoirs
And you have never been in love,
Until you have seen the dawn rise,
Behind the home for the blind
We are the pretty, petty thieves,
And you're standing on our streets
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.
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
You have never been in love,
Until you've seen the sunlight thrown,
Over smashed human bone
We are the pretty, petty thieves,
And you're standing on our streets
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 the bullet in his gullet and the first lost lad to go under the sod
And he stole from the rich and the poor
And not very rich and the very poor.
And he stole our hearts away
He stole our hearts away,
He stole our hearts away...
Until you have seen the stars reflect in the reservoirs
And you have never been in love,
Until you have seen the dawn rise,
Behind the home for the blind
We are the pretty, petty thieves,
And you're standing on our streets
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.
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
You have never been in love,
Until you've seen the sunlight thrown,
Over smashed human bone
We are the pretty, petty thieves,
And you're standing on our streets
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 the bullet in his gullet and the first lost lad to go under the sod
And he stole from the rich and the poor
And not very rich and the very poor.
And he stole our hearts away
He stole our hearts away,
He stole our hearts away...
Lyrics submitted by Brandnizzle2k4
Track duration: 03:38
"The First of the Gang to Die" as written by Steven Patrick/whyte Morrissey
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
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We had that little kid gank
Kids are kids and drag one another to do stupid stuff to proove to one another get attention and stuff.
Small thieverys , street fights you dont realise wrong and right or the limits of the things you can do,you just drag each other and one day you can do something that can be serious without realising it.
Hector in my mind represents that kid, the most wild , that he never was afraid cause he never thought of consecuenses, he just rushed to do what he was thinking and was always getting into trouble and always was barelly making it out.
And that , in short its about kid ganks in poor neighboorhoods, parents work or they dont care and kids become like a pack.And its all great until something goes bad ;)
It feels like quite a romantic song. I adore that Hector 'stole all hearts away.' The characters seems so powerful and commands the most attention (even from the singer!) but he dies a tragic and presumably young death. It reminds me a little of Morrissey's relationship with James Dean, too.
He stole all hearts away possibly referring to the uproar he caused some might say a big swing towards the end of the Apartheid.
The one lyric that stumps me slightly is With a gun in his hand. Maybe this refers to the damage he could do to the government with his protest/death! Anyway Rambling!
And the song is about heroes of gangster movies and (mostly) how people feel about them (and for what reason). And the supposed answers are something opposite to the song's merry melody, and this is what makes it so... I don't know, dramatic? sophisticated?)))
that's what i've always thought..
or maybe "Los Angeles, you are too kind"
That would certainly fit in with the great man's attitude towards work ('No I've never had a job, because I've never wanted one!' etc etc)