There´s people rushing to their windows, Net curtains twitch to watch the show. A hero´s exit from the scene´s Marked with oaths as he will flee, Leaving threats with pride he runs Cos Billy´s got a gun. Make plans of plans resocialise him, Hug him and make him use his skills. Give him a useless HND In stacking shelves or making tea, But mother´s angel finds his fun When it´s just Billy and his gun. Billy go! Billy run! Billy go! Billy run! Poor Billy´s found a new profession, Picking up leaves to earn a crust. And ashes, dust and brimstone cry, He knows his numbers up he lies, Waiting for what he´ll become, It´s just Billy and his gun.