18 September 2012
Rest in peace, Fiona Bone, The guy who shot you, he's a lone, Locked up in a prison cell, with no-one to care, No-one will bother with him down there.
Shot in Hattersley by dodgy Dale, He thought it out to well, with no trail, You and your partner turned up to the house, While he jumped out and shot you, quiet as a mouse,
Thing is, that was not fair, Dale Creegan will be locked up, with no-one to care, No one will love him, no one did, Dale Creegan has handed himself in, it's a good rid.
Fiona Bone • Opuss № I