Hollow Point - by Chris Wood - The ultimate price for an innocent man...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3iJVHkgKcCw


HOLLOW POINT
As recorded by Chris Wood on "Handmade Life" (2010)

Awake arise you drowsy sleeper
Awake arise it’s almost day.
No time to lie, no time to slumber,
No time to dream your life away.

It was a gorgeous summer's morning
It was a gorgeous summer's day.
His cotton jacket was all he carried
As he walked out to face the day.

As he was walking he was wondering
With a little dream as a young man will
And never heard footsteps behind him
By the bus stop at Tulse Hill.

But from his front door, they’d had him covered.
They were right behind him from the start.
And though the video was buggered,
Someone decided he looked the part.

Here comes the bus; the front doors hiss.
He climbs aboard and so do they.
And now he swings down into his seat.
It’s just another working day.

But there was something in the air that morning
As they came down to Brixton town.
They sealed the station without warning.
There was something going down.

And so they journeyed on and onward.
He called his friend just to explain
How he would be late and not to worry,
And so to Stockwell Tube he came.

Now he’s on their cameras, he’s on their radar,
He’s on their crackling radios.
His Oyster Card is in his pocket.
At 10 am through the gates he goes.

And down and down dropped the moving staircase.
Deeper down go the others too.
And through the hourglass the sand is falling.
There is nothing they can do.

When the train comes in, they are right beside him.
Some say three and some say four.
Some say the cameras they were not working
As he sat down near the open door.

If he’d have stopped, if he’d have listened,
Commissioner said that it was no good.
He said they gave him no instruction
That an innocent man could have understood.

Just a Brazilian electrician,
Christ only knows what he came here for.
The hollow point was the ammunition.
It’s our turn now for some shock and awe.

Awake, arise, you drowsy sleeper,
Awake, arise; it’s almost day.
No time to lie, no time to slumber,
No time to dream your life away.

It was a gorgeous summer's morning,
It was a gorgeous summer's day.
His cotton jacket was all he carried
As he walked out to face the day.