there ain't no going home again....no, not ever !
it's this stark truth that no-one ever spoke about
down round them grimey shit-stained alleyways
where cops and saints and angels forgot to tread
i often saw pig-willy in his pick-up out on the prowl
long before his swinish face e'er graced the news
i've heard the sound that no-one ever wants to hear
a life snuffed out at the cold hard end of a sudden drop
the cameras set to save the likes of willy's victims
who knows why, turned off and faced the other way
it seemed to save the sorry likes of some or others
but tell that to the forty-nine out there where they lay
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