The sound of a 1990's indie tune plays on my Ipod
As I walk past the old lady who mum knows giving her a friendly nod
She's struggling with some heavy bags
And she walks past these teenage slags
They start to taunt her, throw their fag butt in her hair
The old lady says nothing while the girls start to swear
I take notice of what's happening and make a mental note
I stay and wait for the old lady to go by, as I clear my throat
I turn around, hand in my pocket holding my car keys
The cold October air sticks to my cheeks, as I feel the breeze
They see me approaching, I am just a young man, they like what the see
But start to scream as I slash one of them with me car key
As one starts to run, I throw a punch that hits her in the face
Sends her spinning into outer space
My car key is now in my fist and I hit one in the eyes
As I kick her on the ground silencing her cries
I take my wire from my ipod and put it round ones neck
Until she drops to the deck
As quickly as it started I look at what I have done
Three dead young girls at my feet, so I start to run
As I sprint around the corner of the street
The old lady comes the other way and I knock her of her feet
She stumbles into the road and I hear the slamming of breaks
The splattered mess on the windscreen like smashed strawberry cakes
One dead old woman and three dead girls
And a car covered with old ladies entrails
As the song ends on my Ipod
I see my mums old friend and nod
She walks past these three young girls
She stops and smiles and tells her tales
They help her with her shopping which is nice to see
Because they don't want to awaken the killer in me
