Gretchen grabbed her copy of ‘the catcher in the rye’, And she put it in her rucksack with her packed lunch and a Ruger .45, The tube was crowded but she didn’t really mind, She liked the close proximity it made her feel alive, Cause she didn’t want to waste another fraction of a second, Isolated from the people that she saw, Today was different, she could feel Westminster beckon, She wasn’t staying silent anymore, As she sat thinking ‘bout the dream she had the night before, The crowds were gathered ready to shout heckles and abuse, Gretchen squeezed her way up to the front so that she had a decent view, A head of state on foot about to wander through, 200 angry people with complaints long overdue, And they didn’t want to waste another perfect opportunity, To give this lousy, lying sod what for, and Gretchen’s heart was pounding faster than a bumblebee, As she reached for her gun and she had a thought, A funny thought about the dream she had the night before, Gretchen cleared the fence just as her prey was walking past, She shouted “Oh Prime Minister!” and aimed the gun and heard an instant blast, And as she hit the ground she realized her fate, A bullet to the chest from a young copper by the gate, And he knew he couldn’t wait another fraction of a second, To neutralize the threat he saw appear, As she lay dying she was calmer than she’d ever felt, She waited for the world to disappear, It disappeared into the dream she had the night before, The one thing that no one could have predicted, Was the content of the letter that she had inside her coat, But that’s the thing the morning papers went with, “The girl prepared to die just to send us all a note”, And Gretchen knew the gun was never loaded, She simply couldn’t live on feeling frustrated by life, So she wrote an open letter to the public, And the public had it read to them by newsreaders that night, And this is all it said, Dear Public, They get big by making us feel small, I’d rather play this game by my rules, or not play this game at all, They forced the world into millions of boxes, & I can’t help but feel the squeeze, So I’ll take my cue from Thelma and Louise.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
