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
 [bad word]  [bad word]  hey, [bad word]  [bad word]  [bad word]  hey, [bad word] [bad word] 

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 Your door, your door, your door chance [bad word] to even the score

Stole a gun and he stole a car Oh boy, oh boy With a pretty doll he would go far Down to london where the bright lights are Lights are, lights are, lights are And i say The mission his decision

He took out the gun On that fateful day 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