The tower clock struck eight, the visitor was late
He ran across the street and looked at me
His eyes a shade of red, just like (somebody said)
A zombie or at least a freak
Sweating bullets out of breath, hey hey well well
Everyone knew this could be good
It might be dangerous but what can you do
Folks gathered 'round
There was no sound
Apart from pounding hearts
As he fell to the ground
The bogeyman looked sad, a bitter tear was shed
That's why nobody ran, you understand
Until the marksmen came and readily took aim
He ducked but no such luck, the clock struck
Catching bullets out of time, well well bye bye
Everyone said this could be bad
He might be paralysed or he might be dead
Folks gathered 'round
There was the sound of bells
The clock struck twelve
As he lay on the ground
Here's something new, somebody who
Saw through the heavy smoke and pitied the fool
Jumped over the wire
Emotions ran high
The sky was set alight
In a ball of friendly fire