Hit and Run

It came over the hill with all wheels in the air Soon to be followed by an evening prayer The kid at the wheel was a can short of four The police would be knocking on some family door The kid at the wheel, nineteen true years old Coming up to twelve, by the police I was told The smell on his breath, dog ends on the floor bay Alcohol and drugs gave the whole game away He lost the plot, coming over the hill In a raging machine that went on to kill He was sat having a drink with a friend Unaware, his life was to end The half undrunk wine on the table it stood Had he stayed longer to finish There would be no spill of blood Fate made his feet, take steps to the door Now he lay dead in the blood and the gore Down the canal tow path, the driver he fled Leaving in his wake, the injured and dead Two young girls in the call box, Jill and her best mate Spinning yarn’s to mum’s on why they were out late When the bolt hit them out from the blue It was luck that they were not killed too I don’t blame the boy for the death of my bro It’s the way, the mop flops, the touch and the go He did not go out with intention to kill Just a thrill of a speed with a car and a hill The lesson to be learned from this tragic tale Don’t do the drive when you been on the ale