Mission

On a mission to prove me an utter disgrace 

Shit stirring at my back while invading my space 

When my razor took half of the skin from your face 

Spilt blood ran with the rain down the street 

Took in all you could get refused nothing but blows

Course the higher you're climbing the more your arse shows 

In the furnace of battle your motor mouth froze 

Hush now bawbag be still at my feet 

Soon an army of vengeance is heading my way 

Armed with blades they procured from a surgical tray

There's a price on my head I'm unable to pay

Oh it's always so bitter this sweet 

I was caught and done up like a kipper that night 

Cut to ribbons before the dogs took their first bite 

I'd bet flowers and candles were left at the site

From which I was removed in a sheet 

I had fought for another few laps of life's tour 

Was that more stabs I felt I was no longer sure

When an angel of mercy brought death as a cure 

Split blood ran with the rain down the street