A young man, once a driver,
Accused of killing,
Left unheard
Was thrown into a cell,
They say he got what he deserved
His girlfriend, just a young girl,
Was torn up, and distraught
She sent him lots of flowers,
Letters, and poems on a card
But he just sent them back,
And broken was her heart
He told her older brother to finish what they had,
Broken, yes she was,
And lots of “shit bags” held her hand,
Hows Your Dad

A couple years later,
Released and on remand
Driving local buses,
He’s looking rather grand
She fancied him,
He fancied her,
But never did they speak
She loved him from a distance
Though she’s married and has kids
He an alcoholic,
Would slap and curse her
While she screamed
But she had never minded,
Grown accustomed to the score
And would hide out in the bathroom,
While he’s kicking down the...