18, 17, 16

Here's to the boy In the house on the corner He stares out the window most nights Snitching on neighbours Well it's those who'll be snitching tonight He said the man from the paper is fitting a camera To see who walks by at night The boy at the window Doesn't really understand what we know What a time to be alive Stupid, stupid waste of a life I could of sworn that I saw you Walking over that bridge last night I thought of you mourning the death Of your very own life They said they did him over £40 Fucking £40 A quid for every stab of their knives Cast him into the canal Was he even dead by now? As they fled from the scene and they cried "Brother help me clean my coat I'm covered in blood" The blood of some poor child's lifeline 18, 17, 16 years old Murderers they ended his life 18, 17, 16 years old Oh what a time to be alive