I, had several friends,
But, I never saw one at night
That cold night
When it rained fire and stones
When the room grew wide and dark

I, had the courage
To approach the cold vist
But, I had no company to help fire my little pistol
I found it hard, to sleep the cold room
And much of it, I watched the painful film

I, had to fear
That group of gangs
For what the did
So harmed they were
The slapped my old mum

I, had to call my soul
From far had gone
I, cried like a common lady
To awake the watchful dog
It ran and barked,
The gang had to leave
But now a scar, is ailing at the center of my heart.