Charlie Hillman set off one day
He had nothing but a song and his own good name
He had no money, no house and no car
Just a road and an old guitar
His feet was saw now and the road was long
Three more steps and the sun was gone
He stood alone on an empty road
Nowhere to sleep and the night was cold
But Charlie was determined and wise and sure
He camped in the doorway of a local store
He slept while his fingers strummed a riff
It was a song about strife and defeating the rich
The sun was up now and Charlie was gone
A man silhouette against the heat of the sun
A one way journey to deliver his song
For in his jacket was concealed a gun
And in an office not far away
A meeting of suits was underway
“The profits are up now by 6 percent,
And we only had to fire thirty men”
The men they laughed and smoked cigars
They had nice suits and brand new cars
But in worn out shoes, not far away
Was a man who had nothing but something to say
Charlie arrived at the big HQ
The building was tall and it ruined the view
The receptionist said, “Hey, who are you?”
And Charlie said, “Nobody, just some dude.”
“Could you help me out, miss, where’s the lift?
I got some urgent business.”
She said, “I’m sorry, sir, you’re not booked in.”
He said, “Well, listen, you better call their next of kin”
On the top floor executive lounge
Men in suits just hung around
They seemed to be finding something quite funny
They’re pockets were full with piles of money
And there stood Charlie Hillman
He said, “I’ve come to kill you, you starved my children.”
“But before I do,” he said kinda sly,
“I’ll play you a song, it should explain why.”
Andrew Chapman / Author and Screenwriter 