Too Much to Lose, Now I'm Behind Bars Blues
Let me tell you my story about my behind bars blues
For doing something I shouldn't, now too much to lose
It all happened quite a few years ago when I was a boy sixteen
Living on the Dublin estates, where you had to be part of the scene
Gangs became part of the culture, live here you'll see what I mean
Generation after generation, it appears to be in our genes
I close my eyes to recall, whilst a shiver runs down my spine
As I follow my steps that night, still scared of what I'll find
We, me and my gang, readily terrorised our streets
Frightened of no one we were, no matter whom we'd meet
Then came that Friday night down at the local bar and grill
A Rock Band played in the corner, Thin Lizzy, their guitars spill
Next thing all hell breaks loose, a rival gang enters en masse
No prisoners were taken, no creed, colour or class
Amidst the chaotic scenes you could hear the flick of a blade
Into flesh that was previously perfect, a member makes his grade
Scattered echoes resonate, shouting and cursing extends
Screams of fading life bellows, as another knife internally bends
Broken glass now glistens in pools of crimson red
Dishevelled clothed creatures, lie punctured close to dead
Sirens out of nowwhere wail, flashing blues descend
Another Friday night downtown, societies current trend
I stand in frenzied stare, a redded steel gripped in my hand
Me becoming one of many, that a parent had never planned
At sixteen years old I have been taken, but I see another day
There were three on that fateful night, who never came back to play
Liberty was never a word, that ever entered our thoughts
Or even the others we inflicked, whom we brought to nought
The day I stood in the dock, knowing behind bars blues were near
At sixteen years old going inside, it's now my turn to fear
In Ironic Drape, Ropes Hang
hard against the wall
the seat of death finally rests
in ironic drape, ropes hang
wicker basket waits
a twist, a turn, beheaded
mans inhumanity dealt
Fingertips
fingertips still reach
I recall when our palms touched
will we recover
Glitz Glam
In the world of glitz and glam
Allured she was to it's shine
Seeing dollar signs and adventure
To become a different kind
She knew the door she was going through
For in media spread it tells
To ignore it's hidden obstacles
And it's abyss of darkened hells
The photographers leer surely professional
Capturing an innocent in her pose
Cogs turning in his background
As his willingness in him grows
A click, the shutter, then charm
As he instructs her every move
Closer he becomes to the intended
His needle to be in her groove
As she lies there spent and used
Like so many in past years before
Distraught, fading dollar signs
Saying goodbye from the glitz glam floor
