Bond

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.