He's locked away in a filthy room blacked out windows awaiting his doom cigarette smells wafting under the door a lone streak of light falling on the floor the shuffles of feet signals someone's near he listens and waits in expectant fear the door swings open with the turn of a key the blinding light makes it hard to see
(Chorus): he's a supergrass, supergrass, now he's dead he's a supergrass, supergrass, now he's dead a supergrass now he's dead
A mountain of a man with an evil stare smacks him in the face and ties him to a chair he beats him wildly around the head he wants to know exactly what was said no reply makes him scream and shout he realises now that there's no way out he beats him again and the floor's now red but he's gone too far supergrass is dead
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He messed with the firm so he had to pay sold out his mates and went the other way he sang like a bird just to save his skin he should of known he could never win even the coppers who gave the interview been on the payroll for a year or two police protection is what they said they let him down and now he's dead