Cigarette falls to the bloodstained floor

A man with a gun silhouetted by the door

In a room below desperate people

Drink tea from a clear bottle with a label.

 

White walled tyres roll up to the gate

Man in the house unaware of his fate

Darkness shattered by a burst of light

Hot metal burned through flesh that night.

 

Revenge is sweet, sweet as a rose

But in my heart only hatred grows

For the death of a brother there's a job to fulfil

I swear revenge and blood will spill

 

Time has passed but the rules remain

Since that young man beat them at their own game

Took them for every penny they'd got

Turning his back he was shot

 

Lying there in a pool of blood

Hot sharp pain can do no good

All the time his family grieving

Only waiting to get even