I found an old stocking
I filled it with lead
I hit an old lady
Right over the head

Up came a copper
And asked me my name
I gave him my answer
With a motor bike chain

Get up off your knees son
Wipe away your tears
Coz your going to borstal
For a term of 4 years

My mother she fainted
My sister droped dead
My stupid f***ing brother
Shoot the judge through the head

Ive counted the moonbeams
Ive counted the stars
Ive counted 4 million
Through these f***ing bars

There are bars on the windows
There are bars on the doors
There are bars on the piss pot
And its nailed to the floor

If I was the jailer
And the jailer was me
I'd open this borstal
And set us all free

But Im not the jailer
And the jailer aint me
So it looks like im counting
Till Im f***ing free