Letra de ' Screech's Tale ' de Ren

Ah, our story it starts right to the end
At the life of poor Jenny clocked out like big ben
Dear Screech, dear boy, where did he go
He melted into the black night just like snow

Patrick man let me in please open the door
I think I fucked up Patrick really fucked up man I'm not sure
I got crazy left this lady lying still on the floor
I think I killed her Patrick cmon man I can't knock no more

But screech kept on knocking till his knuckles became sore
But there's no sign of Patrick down at number 54
No refuge for our villain for the bitter hands of fate
Have something far more sinister in mind that does await

Hey, babe are you in?
No nothing really I'm just a bit tired
Listen, can I swing?
Around yours for a few moments
I just really miss you, babe

What the fuck you mean, do you mean your busy?
You fucking bitch, for fucksakes

Sirens sound approaching like a banshee in the night
The shrill cry of justice cutting like the sharpest knife
But Screech was never one to run
Not one to miss a fight
One hand upon his blade he turned to face the blue lights

Come on then you fucking cunts
Let's fucking have you then
I am screech, I'm the boss, I'm the ender of men
You think that uniform you're wearing means that you own these streets
Thes are my fucking streets
And they call me fucking Screech

Richard was an officer who stood at 6 foot 3
Working London on the nightshifts what he didn't think he'd see
Was a boy running at him like an animal possessed
With no time to hesitate he fired four bullets at Screech's chest

Our story it ends
Right to the start
Young Screech and poor Jenny lying one street apart
An officer shaken by the boy that he claimed
2 bodies lay lifeless
And it's such a shame
It's such a shame