Hellhole - G.B.H.

Written by：Williams Andrew Paul/Abrahall Colin Derek/Blyth Colin Robert/Lomas Ross Andrew

The poor man he had no dreams

He had no vices all he had was himself

Spent his days walking around

Thinking of things to do with his time

It's like a dream when I wake and scream

I'm lost and alone and living in a hellhole

Looked at himself then looked at the world

Decided things weren't going too well

Just a man with a sense of justice

Would his days of misery never end

It's like a dream when I wake and scream

I'm lost and alone and living in a hellhole hellhole

Bought a gun disciplined himself

Shoot those those bastards right between the eyes

Crime figures fell like dead leaves

The city breathed a sigh of relief

It's like a dream when I wake and scream

I'm lost and alone and living in a hellhole hellhole

Bought a gun disciplined himself

Shoot those those bastards right between the eyes

Crime figures fell like dead leaves

The city breathed a sigh of relief

It's not easy when you're making a stand

But if you act like a sheep you'll get eaten by the wolf

Now the streets are safe for children to play

Couples can go walking in the park

The poor man is happy now

An unknown hero and nobody knows his name

It's like a dream when I scream

I'm lost and alone and living in a hellhole a hellhole

In a hellhole