Keep running like a granny’s heating
Vanity heater kept clean squeaky backseating
Never stop if you value freedom
He just had to go and get even
Even though his name wasn’t Stephen
He never needed a reason
This treasonous cunt gave him three
But ‘tis the season
Wrong to kick someone’s teeth in in front of their kin and Christmas tree
Of course he was young then
Only twenty three, Yule would not halt proceedings
He did the deed per the pact, out the back
Up the wall like a headwrecker’s victim
Within ten it’s the badges
Lot’s wife how he looked back
And salty as now that he’s tagged
Looking back, lad, you never do that
That’s a cardinal rule, that
Tracked him, had it packed in his bag ready to max out and relax
Now he’s in max security trading snacks and fags for security
Mam’s asking am I still praying, basking in the light
He who led them from strife, born in a basket bobbing along the Nile
Relying on a purity I never had but it’s in the beholder’s eye
Always take a stab that’s my type
But I stabbed him because it’s an eye for an eye
He knew muay thai and as soon as we started to fight he wanted to tie up
Going for my neck like he was doing up my tie before school
Had to be the collar tie
He was landing knees either leg and either side of me
I was fit to beg
But I caught his leg
Next minute we were legging it
And my hands were red.
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