Urban Space Crime Lyrics - Terrorvision

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