Lyrics

Boy with no name, he was only 18 Never lughed to much Hated the monarchy Yes he hated the queen Real antisocial and he acted real mean Was he in a dream? Dowsing her lights was in In his dreams So full of hate and full of fury To tell you a story You would say He was a one man jury Catalogue of anger posted through your door A chance would come to even the score Stole a gun and he stole a car With a pretty doll he would go far Down to london where the bright lights are Lights are, lights are, lights are The mission his decision He took out the gun The winds blew cold, the sky turned grey He pointed the gun And then he pulled the trigger The message that he would now deliver