Hey You, you ain´t got what it takes to be a man That is what, so many hear down at the Five Points Do you feel that You´ve got what it takes How about some Other way of life I control the points Like my five fingers When I close them They become a fist Trapped down, in that town Between gangs and rivalries Bribed cops, crooked power Bill the Butcher makes the chops Welcome to Five Points Ruled by the strongest Sewer of decay A needle in the hay This hate, sworn revenge Stews inside you restless Still you, feel a slight Respect for the Butcher Now you´ve made your Mind about the strike The time is just right Situation´s ripe You don´t take down Big men in the dark You´ll do it on day For everyone to see Welcome to Five Points Ruled by the strongest Sewer of decay A needle in the hay Bad luck, mixed in The greatest display Now he, knows the game Much in your dismay The folk have suffered Far too long Revolting breaks out Time after time An unknown factor Steps into place The first draft made Made hell break lose The Grand Finalé Never gets a chance Army, crushes crowds You make this one stand Welcome to Five Points Ruled by the strongest Sewer of decay A needle in the hay