There's been another murder in Bow
Fourteen police cars went screaming past that's how I know
And I don't think they were heading out for sandwiches
Or catching a cross-eyed teenager with an aerosol can
Or an enterprising house-wife dealing blow
No there's been another murder in Bow...
And they say run run to the country
The towns of Kent and Essex are calling you by name
But wherever you stray in England today
You'll find it's just a little less of more or less the same
There's been another murder in Bow
And the high street traffic has come to a standstill
And the blokes at the kebab lab stand outside the shops
And they ask me what was going on, cos I came from that direction
I left moments before the cops
Gangsters buy their underwear in the designer boutiques round here
There's been another murder in Bow...
And tomorrow they'll be a headline in the local news
And a myriad of stories from which to choose:
A shove off a tower-block balcony
Or a crack-head who killed a man for his broken down TV
Or a street-fight that ended with the plunge of a knife
Or a husband who's done in his unfaithful wife
There's been another murder in Bow
And old ladies shake their heads and say it's time to go...
The gangsters, the strangers, the police-cars
The ambulance and the fire-brigade
Are chasing down the road wherever you
Just remember next time there's a murder in Bow