This is not a band. This is not a singer. These are songwriter demos. Content may range from "just for fun" blues, to something written with the pop charts in mind.
Lyrics
Billy hid in a doorway dark,
Billy looked for a way to escape,
Since the day he was born, he’d learnt,
Some people die for their mistakes.
His daddy was lying so low,
His mama just wants to know
Won’t you give him a chance?
Don’t you think my poor boy needs hope?
From tenement to the school yard
He soon became a street-wise kid,
Stealing sweets from the corner shop
Never appeared to care what he did.
Billy’s face was bitter, sneered with scorn
From poverty his life had been torn,
Won’t you give him a chance?
Don’t you think a poor boy needs hope?
You live in your fancy house,
You’re alright, you’re doing fine,
You always give to charity,
You’re the spirit of the new age
Is that the way it’s meant to be?
Bridge
You take your, uh, holidays,
With your friends in Tuscany,
You always give to charity,
You’re the spirit of the new age
Is that the way it’s meant to be?
He wanted to play cops and robbers,
He knew one day he would play for real
So now he’s in a darkened door
Cops have now got the whole street sealed,
“Lay down your gun,” he heard some cop shout,
Billy knew there was no way out
Won’t you give him a chance?
Don’t you think that poor boy needs hope?
Bridge - repeat
You take your, uh, holidays,
With your friends in Tuscany,
You always give to charity,
You’re the spirit of the new age
Is that the way it’s meant to be?
Won’t you give it some thought?
Don’t you think about what you’ve bought?
Won’t you give it some thought?
Don’t you think about what you’ve bought?
Won’t you give it some thought?
Don’t you think about what you’ve bought?
