Now Paddy got the night bus on his way home from the club
His head full of chemicals and bowel crunching dub
He wasn’t happy, wasn’t sad, just a little bit cold,
He wanted to get home quick, to his damp and his mould
But the bus it crawled slowly just south of old Brick Lane,
Past the market and the restaurants with exotic sounding names
He stood up from his seat as his stop came into view
Stepped off the bus and took a little shortcut that he knew
Stomping down the alley hands buried in his coat,
He felt a steel blade tickling at the right side of his throat.
Falling to the floor as unseen hands shook him down
He felt so bloody peaceful, he would die in his home town.
He wouldn’t die a sad death, old and piss stained in a bed,
He’d be in the morning papers! The same papers that he read!
The sound of loud mad voices crashed in upon his thoughts
“Some fuckers cut, make the call, is it nines or all the noughts?”
Not now he thinks, not when I am so close to a slice of glory.
I never thought I’d have a chance to be a front page story!
He tried to speak, to say no, but his blood got in the way,
Arse, fucking typical yet another lousy day.
Now Paddy was a fighter and so his neck healed double quick.
He walked out of the hospital feeling bloody sick.
That he’d been cheated of his chance of a little Warhol fame
He’d not get another shot and knew not who to blame
We last met in a bar, the ship’s anchor it was called
He told me how his chance at fame had been forever stalled
We laughed and we giggled, oh we were such a pair of fools,
We smoked, drank and shouted then fell down from our stools
The bell was rung, we drank up then hugged and headed home.
I was woken with a hangover by my noisy bastard phone.
“Alright mate, you heard? Paddy jumped last night."
"From the 14th bloody floor, it was not a pretty sight."
I was crushed and stayed in bed for the rest of that day,
Wanting all the tears and pain to wash me right away.
On the Tuesday I needed fags, so got up and went outside
In the paper, he’d only made page 4, he would’ve fucking cried.