The Kid who Killed the Milkman

All but four in the morning, summer city still asleep
Though the dark from the moor-tops has started to creep
Hear the alley-lark rehearsing ‘isn’t it a lovely day?’
Could the kid who killed the milkman will it any other way?

He’s a hard-bingeing ninja on the bedroom mirror scene
Such a big Jackie Chan fan there in front of the screen
With his little sword off eBay and his baby Ché beret
Could the kid who killed the milkman cut it any other way?

He’s still afraid of his father and he terrifies his mam
And he will not pay the fine on that sham hamper scam
And today he’s going to show them, they’ll remember with dismay
Could the kid who killed the milkman have it any other way?

In his black balaclava all accoutremented, he
Sidles out to his girlfriend, damp-eyed Destiny,
Down the snicket up the back road, Dick and Liddy, waif and stray,
Could the kid who killed the milkman hack it any other way?

Was it planned or impromptu, that shambles in the dawn?
Was the unwary innocent cut down there mid-yawn?
Did the bottles play the old tunes full and empty bottles play?
Could the kid who killed the milkman cue it any other way?

‘Was it the devil possessed him?’ shriek the dailies in their fizz
‘If ever there was evil in a young face it’s his!’
Now they’re fighting for the photos, what will the highest bidder pay?
Could the kid who killed the milkman cap it any other way?

Could the kid who killed the milkman even tell you why today?

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