Old Bill. Poem by Steven Harris

Walking the streets to see the prostitues roam
all drugged up to the mouth theres foam
Old Bill goes by in his ford cortina
pulling up next to girl in a short skirt
only to find out her names katrina.

He drives away with shame and disgust
only to be followed by a man he cant trust
he picks up speed and drives away
what happend next makes it hard to say.

The car behind pulls ahead
the man inside pulls out a gun
and shoots Old Bill in the head and goes on the run
the car then crashes into a tree for the public to see
that Old Bill is now dead
from gun shot to the head.

The man who pulled up in ford cortina
who drove away from a prostitue called katrina
crashed into a tree for the public to see
and is now dead after gun shot to the head.

Old Bill gets carried away in a body bag
his arms flop out and start to sag
the story of Old Bill will be told
the newspapers will pick it up
and the story will be sold.

The man who shot Old Bill was never found
even though the gun shot was extremly loud
katrina never told a soul
she never said she talked to the man in the ford cortina
she said she was never around
katrina said she never herd a bloody sound.

With nobody to blame the worlds moves on
the old sod who got shot in the head died in shame
but the streets around here will still be the same
and shots will still be fired
with nobody in sight to blame.