[Intro]

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

*Knocking on wooden door*

[Verse 1]

"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, 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 fate

Have something far more sinister in mind, that does await

*Phone ringing*

[Spoken: Woman & Screech]

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 do you mean you're busy?

You fucking bitch, for fuck's sake

[Verse 2]

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, lets fucking have you then

I am Screech, I'm the boss here, I'm the ender of men

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 6 foot 3

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

[Outro]

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

Two bodies lay lifeless and it's such a shame

It's such a shame