I am walking in the last rays of the setting sun
Whistling a hangman's tune with head held high, swinging my gun
I say this little boy is angry
I say this little boy is mad

This little boy comes to destroy, stone eyed, hard faced, in swathes of vengeance clad
And the black cock crows
And a dead wind blows
In my wake are seven women who tried to steal my soul
In my belly six wild wolves curse and howl from their foul hole

I say no earthly will may stop me
I say no earthly will may try
No earthly will may halt the spill of blood from wounds and tears from grieving eyes
And the black cock crows
And a dead wind blows

Below me burn the city lights like fires of pearls and jewels
I'm climbing down the city walls, unseen, unfussed - the sentries must be fools
I say all pleasantries are over
I say all pleasantries are past
My enemies you pimps and thieves prepare to meet your nemesis at last !

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Writer(s): SCOTT