An old man walks a winding road too scared to look behind
Are shadows in the doorways real or are they in his mind?
Is that the echo of his boots or another pair of shoes?
Is that the movement of the leaves or the sound of threatening youths?

(Chorus)
Just an old aged pensioner he never done no harm
He didn't want to change the world, he never hurt no one
He saw enough of killing and came home to live in peace
Killed in the country that he loved, by cowards in the street

He fought a war of politics, was lucky to survive
No he's old and his hair is grey, but he don't wanna die
A few quid in his overcoat as he walks slowly home
There's no one there to watch his back and now he's all alone

A youth appears from nowhere, giving him a fright
A young flash nigger, he asks him for a light
A sharp pain in his back, as he falls to the floor
The other nigger grabs the cash, and they're off to mug some more

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