The Road To Damascus

A London brick bounced off his head Blood was lost and tears were shed It should have seen to set him right But he's a different breed Oh my boy I beg of you You don't take his Lead The boy is a hazard to himself And I've told him time and time again I don't have any time left to spend So I've sent him on the road to Damascus Yes I've sent him on the road to Damascus He stuck a spike in a Spaniards leg Just to knock him down a peg The Spaniard knew these Turkish boys And they knew the score And when they greeted him on his birthday They left him eating through a straw The boy is hazard to himself And I've told him time and time again I'm at a loss - It's driving me round the bend So I've sent him on the road to Damascus Yes I've sent him on the road to Damascus Saul, why do you persecute me? Saul, don't underestimate me He bought an ounce of gear To earn himself a crust Fucked it up Oh my, didn't he just A year and a half in Penton Ville Should have seen him right But it only saw to see him flaw The reason to be put inside The boy is a hazard to himself And I've told him time and time again I don't have any time left to spend So I've sent him on the road to Damascus Yes I've sent him on the road to Damascus And he's almost got as far As Charing Cross Road