Clock Struck

The tower clock struck eight, the visitor was late He ran across the street and looked at me His eyes a shade of red, just like (somebody said) A zombie or at least a freak Sweating bullets out of breath, hey hey well well Everyone knew this could be good It might be dangerous but what can you do Folks gathered 'round There was no sound Apart from pounding hearts As he fell to the ground The bogeyman looked sad, a bitter tear was shed That's why nobody ran, you understand Until the marksmen came and readily took aim He ducked but no such luck, the clock struck Catching bullets out of time, well well bye bye Everyone said this could be bad He might be paralysed or he might be dead Folks gathered 'round There was the sound of bells The clock struck twelve As he lay on the ground Here's something new, somebody who Saw through the heavy smoke and pitied the fool Jumped over the wire Emotions ran high The sky was set alight In a ball of friendly fire