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
(Chorus)
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
