Angus McBride chose to stand there looking down on the corpse,
a total waste of beauty, went and flashed across his thoughts.
He wondered to himself, did the killer feel remorse?
It didn't matter if they didn't, either way they're getting caught..

Forensics they were busy, dusting around the ground for clues,
so Angus had to wear these little bags on his shoes.
He could sense a storm brewing, it was affecting his mood,
metaphoric thunder crashing down from his boss who was rude..

See Angus was a policeman, that had always been his trade,
Scottish born and bred, on the streets of Edinburgh he'd played.
The son of Robert and Morag, who were sadly both now in a grave,
but Angus never went without because of everything they gave..

Following the footsteps of his father, he just had to be a cop,
and just like his father he was destined for the top.
His mother, bless her soul, spent her days working a lot,
often doing double shifts in her brothers flower shop..

Angus was a good kid, at school he was smart,
he excelled in all his subjects, and had a keen interest in art.
By sixteen he'd met Mairi, the only one to hold his heart,
and ever since their first kiss they'd never spent a day apart..

At twenty one they both got married, at twenty three his life was smashed,
when Angus found out that his parents were dead and that was that.
They'd been on a coach trip to Spain and...