ode to the guy read about in the news 
born by mistake he was born to lose 
never had much luck 
with the pounds and the pence 
blamed everybody else 
he said he never had a chance 
ship on the waves hole in my side 
one foot in the grave and it's just my size 

21st century crime in the city 
and you're looking guilty as hell 
although you didn't do it 
you know you can't prove it 
now maybe its time to excel 
i'm alright jack got my hand on my stack 
and defences to make you think twice 
all the gold in my walls are in hideaway halls 
to cancel the chance of reprise 

you're king and your queens 
and their widow machine 
are taking the share of your sons 
then a note through the post 
and the smell of a ghost 
and apologise to everyone 
their courageous attempt is all money well spent 
but their gravestones they don't grow on trees 
second hand ones come cheap 
door to door while you sleep 
but with no money back guarantees