Blood on o Burberry Jacket 
 Streaked but it won't soak through 
 There's a young man praying 
 For a passing patrol car 
 On a street that they don't go to. 
 This is no ordinary return 
 The day turned lethal 
 This is no ordinary return 
 Should have taken the "special" 
 This is no ordinary return. 
 Grip on a stolen cheque-card 
 He was going to sign it there 
 There's a diesel stopping for the snappiest shopper 
 All dressed to kill in his leisure wear. 
 A blue, blue sky 
 Goes rolling over ond over 
 Till the smoke comes pouring 
 From a stolen Rover. 
 Crowd at the ticket turnstile 
 Set for o seat in the stand 
 And they all pass running 
 Till there's one of them stretched out 
 Marked by more than the makers bran