The man
In the long black coat
Is sitting in front of me
With a cup of white tea
And a Kit Kat on his chubby knee
And a gun
And a smile in a while
Oh how they scramble
How they scramble
Oh how they frown
How they frown
Caught in the bramble
Caught in the bramble
Pinned to the ground
They watch me here
And they watch me there
They watch me everywhere
With a trickle to the sleeve
And a story you wouldn't believe
With a camera and a cookie and a phone
Oh, how they scramble
How they scramble
Oh, how they scramble
Oh, how they scramble
Caught in the bramble
Caught in the bramble
Pinned to the ground
Pinned to the ground