Billy and his Gun

There's people rushing to their windows

Net curtains twitch to watch the show

A hero's exit from the scene's marked with oaths as he will flee

Leaving threats with pride he runs

Cos Billy's got a gun

Make plans of plans resocialise him

Hug him and make him use his skills

Give him a useless HND in stacking shelves or making tea

But mother's angel finds his fun

When it's just Billy and his gun

BILLY GO! BILLY RUN! BILLY GO! BILLY RUN!

Poor Billy's found a new profession

Picking up leaves to earn a crust

And ashes, dust and brimstone cry, he knows his numbers up he lies

Waiting for what he'll become

It's just Billy and his gun