It isn't right, you know that don't you
Look, not so loud - but go on, tell me, who pulled the trigger?
And what did he do anyway, to bring such disgrace to bear
It had to be, he was beyond reproach
Too big, for his own, and his brothers boots
Too full of himself, to even half way understand
Keep your head down, stay quiet; do not get involved or embroiled
Walk out to the waters edge; but go no further
The sulphurous sun, might once more burn your wet webbed feet
