The Intercity crew.

They said to me,
'shoot him,
go on,
put the boot in'
I never listened to them.

Them are now men with kids of their own,
with maybe a wife and a home to protect.
Who would suspect them for
being as they were?
Who now would care but the ones that they struck at,
the ones that they put on the floor.

Rotten to the core is a phrase in my mind but
perhaps that's unkind,
We still live as they learn that the worm more often than not
does turn and bites.

I wonder what them men dream of
when they sleep in the
Winters of night.