Lady love, the shades of night are falling (falling) Down by the Mississippi shore And for you my lonely heart is calling (calling) Each Night I love you more and more Day and night I seem to dream about you I sing to you I'll cling to you Bless your heart, I just can't live without you So come out and meet me, honey do! Come on, let's have it you miserable prick I will do what I want, I will drink till I'm sick to my stomach I'm sick of the same boring songs I am sick of these pavements I find myself on Great Britain, I hate you, I will say that with pride It's my right to be violent when you fed me lies I'm a rotter, a menace when I want to be And I've worked for that right because nothing comes free I have slaved all my life in a dull 9-to-5 I just rinse-and-repeat while I'm barely alive Great Britain, I loathe you with murderous glee I will do to this country what you've done to me Destroy I want to tear apart these buildings from these cinderblocks they stand Leave this town in dust and rubble, make some trouble with my hands I won't lie, I'm fucking wasted, but I wasted all my youth And I stay so damn complacent getting wasted is my truth So my style of self-expression is a fist into the gut It's throwing up upon these pavements Shut your fucking mouth, you slut Banished angel, I am Lucifer, my reign like Genghis Khan Soon you will all know my name, I am the storm after the calm I'm the victim of the victimless, the pill that makes you sick I am chaos incarnate Let's fucking have it then, you prick! Now the rules of the street fight are simple It's pretty much anything goes Keep in the street, pretty firm on your feet It pays to be sweet on your toes And fools they have fallen for clumsy mistakes Late to react, cop the fist to the face Now the rules at the street fight are simple Break that little prick's nose Throw a punch he swallow it, follow it Grab the collar, quick hollow-tip like karate kick Martial art master, spark a bitch Park a fist on the landing strip Carnage, it finds the cartilage Karma served like a carbonated cola on a crucifix Kill, Vincent wanna kill, who blood gets spilled Move, double-tap, rude boy, kill or be killed Do it for the fun, blud, do it for the thrill Blue lights, boy run, blue lights, boy chill So it goes in the absence of the light, the devils sow a seed in idle minds Vincent was shaken, run from the law, hide from the bacon, crouch on the floor, the call to war made him hate the world The world spits on him, rapes him, hits him, kicks him when he's down and that shapes him He hears the sound of a copper, hot up on his tail proper Vincent off his rocker bothered by the lie that Britain sold him, what a shocker Where greedy eat the poor, a holy war, the chosen prosper but some are never chosen they stay frozen in the locker Destined to survive in 9-to-5 and watch the clock, but don't think about reality my little happy shopper A brand new show on Netflix to distract you from the horror And swallow all your morals for a retweet or a follow And shadow ban the problem, man a soul sold for a dollar And keep the fight amongst yourself, don't think about the squalor, the systems that impose it, or the rules that we all honour And fuck it, Vincent cooked to boiling point, he's cannon fodder So what's the use in running, he's already in the locker He's careless with his actions now, a clumsy motherfucker He turned to face his fate, 'cause fate's a bitch and none will stop her Richard was an officer who stood at 6 foot 3 Was his first day back at work after a time of absent leave Working London on the night shift, what he didn't think he'd see Was a boy with a guitar, bruised and battered on his knees But Richard lived in caution now, tormented by his past Not so quick to find a trigger, not so fast But Richard was a righteous man who lived inside the law So he leapt upon poor Vincent and he cuffed him to the floor