that strolled down Leiceter Sq.
He came from pitch darkness
and took you to nowhere
Not hurried
taking his time enjoying the prey
In all that silent obscurity , the only noise
was of a faucet, set to be that way
He liked to see those eyes
crying for mercy as tears dropped
as he calmy explained
that no one was to be robbed
And he carried on saying
I'll take you to my cosy,cosy couch
and leave you there to think in your defense
i'm sure you'll say why you shouldn't die
and not why should you live
C'mon boy it's time
(as he drew his gun)
A .44 magnun
vintage weapon, son
Sir you are dying
because you left love away
but your weren't picked
the crowd is all this way
I am not a killer
you are in coma at best
Wandering through the streets
just thinking what to get
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