Gbh

The poor man he had no dreams
Had no vices all he had was himself.
Spent his days walking around
Thinking of things to do with his time.
It's like a dream when I wake and scream.
I'm lost and alone and living in a hellhole.
Looked at himself then looked at the world
Decided things weren't going too well.
Just a man with a sense of justice
Would his days of misery never end?
Bought a gun disciplined himself
Shoot those those bastards right between the eyes
Crime figures fell like dead leaves
The city breathed a sigh of relief.
It's not easy when you're making a stand
When it seems that all the world is mad.
It's easy to fall by the wayside
But if you act like a sheep you'll get eaten by the wolf.
Now the streets are safe for children to play
Couples can go walking in the park.
The poor man is happy now
An unknown hero and nobody knows his name.