Billy Boyd lived on the outskirts of town
In a ramshackle cabin all broken down
A wife, five children and money he had none
He tried his best, he worked so hard
But what he earned, she spent to look smart
Food was scarce and kids used to starve
He'd pray to God bring help from above
Abuse and beatings was all that he got
Whilst she'd go roaming to seek more lovers out
Home she'd come to laugh in his face
And he would weep silently at night
Oh God, he'd cry, please help me to cope
But only silence met his pleas so desperate
His eyes fell upon the carving knife
The blade so clean and shiny bright
To plunge this knife into his heart
And end this painful miserable life
With shaking hands he went to reach
When again she hurled abuse at him
Out he went to run her errands
When someone in the street did stop him
I can tell what ails you my friend
So spoke to him this stranger
What you must seek is close to you
Behind red door in dingy street
You will find what you seek
The Lost Boy's Club