I´m twenty years old
and my name is Bill.
I live in a flat,
just down that hill.

My dad was a policeman,
and so am I.
I know it´s dangerous
and I could die.

I´m walking home
from a day full of sorrow.
I hear the guys screaming:
“See you tomorow!”

Then I see that man,
with a black hood,
and a woman screaming:
“Please don´t shoot!”

I tell him to stop
and the woman starts to run.
The man turns to me,
with a loaded gun.

And then I hear the gunshot
and think: “Hey what the heck.”
But then I feel the bullett,
going through my neck.

I can still hear the gunshot,
playing in my head.
My body´s getting colder,
and soon I will be dead.

My breath is getting shorter,
I keep on thinking why?
The pain is lasting longer,
I know I´m gonna die.

I´m saying all my prayers,
like when I go to bed.
My neck feels like burning
and the ground is turning red.

I try to stand up,
in my eye there is a tear.
I try to whipe it off,
still my heart is full of fear.

I can hear the angels
and see the beuty sky.
Now there is no danger,
and I´m not afraid to die.

Now there is my funeral,
and the criminal in jail.
He got a death penalty,
the reaper´s on he´s tale.

All the grief is over now
and I´m singing in the sky.
I know I´m not gonna wake up again,
I´m not even gonna try.

This was a sad day,
a good mans life was spilled.
But in a way it was a good day,
the justice was fullfilled.