(G. Rossington J.& D. Van Zant E. King). There's a rumour goin' 'round on the backside of town. Jake is out to get some revenge. Has fire in his eyes since his brother died. Shot down by a so-called friend. For a fifty dollar gram is what the neighbors say. Drugs had control of his life. Caught up on crack you're tryin' to think back. The devil had him hooked you could see it in his eyes. It's a killer. There's a cold house at the corner of the street. The kids come and go there at night. Jerry drove up in front of the house. Somebody pulled out a knife. Jerry freaked out and went for his gun. Shot him right between the eyes. All he ever wanted was a twenty dollar high. But now he's locked up for the rest of his life. (chorus). It's a killer there's no way out baby once your in. It's a killer steal from your family. Then you'll turn on your friends. It's a killer It can happen to you. So don't you never never give in. It's a killer. The neighborhood I used to call home. These days it's lookin' like a war zone. Unemployment on the rise but the black market thrives. Money just keeps changin' hands. The laws are gettin' tough sometimes it's not enough. To satisfy supply and demand. Trouble breaks out there's fightin' in the streets. Bullets flyin' all around. An innocent child caught in the line of fire. All because there weren't enough drugs to go around. (repeat chorus). (repeat chorus).