Alone, on the floor
Blood seeps out to the door
In death, everything’s still
The hunt and the kill
Forgotten until
Night, so quiet at last
Violent screams of the past
The moment, everything’s gone
Carried on
Until morning sun

He don’t know
It is such a show
Black motorcade
Is turning away

Here they come
So clueless again
No suspects, no leads, no brains
Between them
And they know
The city awaits
The people they hate
Are stood at the gates

He didn’t know
It’d be such a show
Black motorcade
Is turning away