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