It was two or three in the morn
Just before the break of dawn
When you heard a noise outside
And thought 'what is going on?'

So you went out to check
That everything was well and fine
Not pausing to think
That your life was on the line

What you found was two youths
Messing with your car
So you approached them aggressively
To find out who they are

The taller one was quiet
The shorter going crazy
That's about the time
Things started to get hazy

A scuffle ensued
You wrestled, then found
You ended up unconscious
Face down on the ground

For a while you lay still
Out there alone in the dark
Curled up on the asphalt
On the dimly lit car park

At some point you came to
And unsure what to do
You made it inside
And you made a sweet brew

You nodded off on the couch
And awoke in pain
On you're hands was fresh blood
That you couldn't explain

You reached around to feel your back
It felt strange, it felt wet
What the hell had happened?
You started to fret

You called for your son
He bound the stairs in pairs
He sees the blood, he starts crying
Then he shouts and he swears

You lift up your shirt
'Take a look' you say to him
You can tell by his face
That the outcome is grim

'You've been stabbed' he sobs
'And on your arm there's a slash'
He races upstairs for his phone
In a flash

He calls the ambulance, police
Your mum and dad
He's bubbling, he's seething
He's starting to get mad

He goes into the garden
And out the back gate
You're scared for him now
And yelling 'no son wait'

But he's out there, searching
For the two boys
But there's nothing and no one
Not a single noise

Minutes pass
Then sirens and the flashing blues
There's CID, forensics
Who've come to look for clues

To catch the perpetrators
Who did this cowardly act
They're questioning you now
About the attack

Opportunists, thieves
Or just little pricks
Smack heads I'd say
Out to fund their next fix

Anyway, days have passed
And no one has been found
But I've heard a rumour
Of a youth who's gone to ground

Do I mind my own business?
Or reveal what I know?
His family are scum
They're the lowest of the low

They're the kind for revenge
The kind to avenge
Should I forget what I know?
Or just pretend

So do I keep schtum
And keep my girls from danger
From an attack at anytime
And more than likely from a stranger

Justice must be served
But I'm not sure it's me who shops
These cowardly despicable animals
To the friendly local cops

Fuck it, I must
It's the right thing to do
It could have been me
It could have been you