Urban Space Crime

Ode to the guy read about in the news

Born by mistake he was born to lose

Never had much luck

With the pounds and the pence

Blamed everybody else

He said he never had a chance

Ship on the waves hole in my side

One foot in the grave and it's just my size

21st century crime in the city

And you're looking guilty as hell

Although you didn't do it

You know you can't prove it

Now maybe it's time to excel

I'm alright jack got my hand on my stack

And defences to make you think twice

All the gold in my walls are in hideaway halls

To cancel the chance of reprise

You're king and your queens

And their widow machine

Are taking the share of your sons

Then a note through the post

And the smell of a ghost

And apologise to everyone

Their courageous attempt is all money well spent

But their gravestones they don't grow on trees

Second hand ones come cheap

Door to door while you sleep

But with no money back guarantees