Screech's Tale

Our story, it starts right at the end of 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 a lady laying still on the floor I think I killed her, Patrick, come on, man, I can't knock no more But Screech kept on knocking, 'til 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 faith Have something far more sinister in mind, that does await (Hello) hey, babe, you in? Nah, nothing really, nah, I'm just a bit tired Listen, can I swing around yours for a few minutes? I just really miss you, babe What the fuck you mean you're busy? You fucking bitch, for fucks' sake 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 light Come on then, you fucking cunts, let's fucking have you then I am Screech, I'm the boss here, I'm the ender of man You think that uniform you're wearing means that you own these streets Well, these are my fucking streets and they call me fucking Screech Richard was an officer, who stood at six-foot-three Working London on the night shift, 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 at the start Young Screech and poor Jenny, lying one street apart An officer shaken by the boy that he claimed Two body's lay lifeless, and it's such a shame It's such a shame