I confess:
Mum, I just killed a man,
I put a gun against his head,
pulled my trigger, now he's dead.
Mum, life had just begun,
but now I've gone and thrown it all away.
Mum, ooh,
I didn't mean to make you cry,
if I'm not back again this time tomorrow,
carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters.
It's too late, my time has come,
sends shivers down my spine,
body's aching all the time.
goodbye, everybody, I've got to go,
gotta leave you all behind and face the truth.
Anyway, that's my confession. I killed a dude, I love my dear mum and I'm going to fucking prison. But I deserve it, so don't cry fto me Argentina. Or England. Or America.
God bless you. All of you.
