We have put locks on the windows and a chain on the door,

We never leave the key under the stone any more.

The children don't play out when the nights are dark,

They never go alone when going to the park.

We used to wonder if there were burglars about if

Someone's dog barked during the night.

Now houses are broken into and done without fear,

In broad daylight.

Never any fingerprints, they are crafty people, and wear

Gloves to cover their traces.

Some wear balaclavas to cover their faces.

Driving away with the "goods" in a stolen van,

Probably on drugs and been drinking from a can.

Then, next thing, there's a collision because the

Driver lost his vision.

Oh, when will it all end?

Will he now come to his senses when he learns that

The pedestrian he killed was his own best friend? L Walton,

Broadway, Farnworth.

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