Ren Jenny's Tale

Tom: A Am Dm It was a quiet, dark night on an empty street somewhere in London City Am Dm7 Jenny walked alone, she was dragging her feet, she was heading back home to sleep Am Dm Well she knew this town, she knew this floor, because she’d walked it about a thousand times before Am Dm7 She wanted to escape, can you blame? Am Dm Well on the very same night, in a different place, there walked a hooded young youth by the name of James Am Dm7 He was 14 years old and out of his brain, he’d been smoking ganja with the boys Am Dm James, he grew up to be a kid of the street, his mates called him screech, he was quick on his feet Am Dm7 He was a liar, a thief at fourteen years old, the devil had set his sights on his soul Am As Jenny walked home all alone she felt scared Dm Usually she was alright but it was like there was something in the air Am Dm A divine intervention telling her to beware? Or maybe intuition bugging her and making her so scared? Am Sirens sound in the distance to the beat of Jenny’s feet Dm A symphony of the night that echoes crime on London’s streets Am Jenny turns a corner, their eyes they meet Dm7 Our poor girl Jenny, and a boy named Screech Am “Give me all your money bitch! Give it to me! Dm If you co-operate, then you’ll soon be free Am I want your purse, your phone, don’t fucking look at me! Dm7 I mean it bitch! Are you listening to me?” Am Jenny freezes, statue like, a lady shaped stalagmite Dm Fear like liquid nitrogen in the dark night Am Dm7 She tried to find strength to move but stayed as still as a statue in high heeled shoes Am “What the hell you playing at? You playing games with me? Dm I swear to fucking god! I’ll slice the rosy off your cheeks Am You think I don’t mean it girl? You don’t know me! Dm7 The last thing you see will be a boy called…” Am Screech reached for the sheath of the blade with the teeth Dm That could bite through steal and slice concrete Am And he swung possessed, with the devil in his chest Dm7 And the statue she was turned to butter in a breath Am Dm It was a quiet dark night, on an empty street somewhere in London city Am7 Jenny lay still on the cold concrete Dm7 She’s found somewhere to sleep Am7 Well, she knew this town, she knew this floor Dm7 Because she’d walked it about a thousand times before Em7 F Am I guess that she escaped… it’s such a shame