No Ordinary Return Lyrics

Blood on o Burberry Jacket

Streaked but it won't sook through

There's a young man praying

For a passing patrol car

On a street that they don't go to.

This is no ordinary return

The day turned lethal

This is no ordinary return

Should have taken the "special"

This is no ordinary return.

Grip on a stolen cheque-card

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There's a diesel stopping for the snappiest shopper

All dressed to kill in his leisure wear.

A blue, blue sky

Goes rolling over ond over

Till the smoke comes pouring

From a stolen Rover.

Crowd at the ticket turnstile

Set for o seat in the stand

And they all pass running

Till there's one of them stretched out

Marked by more than the makers brand