Gaunt and haggard they stand
On every corner of old Belfast town
These grey faceless men hiding from the light
Lurking in shadows watching for the main chance
They will take your life, your soul, your dignity.
Cloth caps pulled low to shield their hooded eyes
Watching,, always watching, taking all
Giving nothing except mayhem:
No remorse, no regrets, selfish gain
All they ever do is inflict pain.
Good folk struck down, prey to the grey men.
See them shuffle up and down
Peering furtively around town waiting,
Always ready to strike the average Joe trying to do right
Eight to four his working plight
Whilst the grey men chameleon like wait to strike
All you have, all you earn, is fodder for their material gains
Standing on street corners scheming to take
They never care when they bring you down,
Why do we let them stand around,?
Our fault, tolerating, grey faceless characterless men in any town.
