No Ordinary Return

Blood on a Burberry Jacket Streaked but it won't soak through There's a young man praying For a passing patrol car. On a street that they don't go to. This is no ordinary return The day turned lethal This is no ordinary return Should have taken the "special" This is no ordinary return. Grip on a stolen cheque-card He was going to sign it there There's a diesel stopping for the snappiest shopper All dressed to kill in his leisure wear. A blue, blue sky Goes rolling over and over Till the smoke comes pouring From a stolen Rover. Crowd at the ticket turnstile Set for a seat in the stand And they all pass running Till there's one of them stretched out Marked by more than the makers brand.