I was born some years ago in a small back room in Pimlico

In later years I became a man of the cloth

My brother is however a gangster

He often visits me in my church

To confess his many sins

 

Of late the Gangster Wars

Have erupted again

There have been many killings

My brothers life is in danger

So he has asked me for advice

 

I was on holiday in Scarborough

When he found me in a modest retreat

I advised him to kill or be killed and then kill again

That was the only way forward

God had advised me in my prayers