Look God – you did it - didncha?
Put me in here, didya!?
Make it clear, matey
- it’s bin creepy lately.
You see, I dunno whether to fire
in a dark place, this alley,
but I’m scared and ready to volley;
heavy, baby, hellfire.
Preacher says you’re up and about
in the darkening sky
but, me, I’m gonna lash out
to keep misself alive.
Hey angel come down - gimmee a mark
and get mi head on track - sort out mi heart.