Screech's Tale

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