For Something I'd Done

I was in a tawdry bar,
Or public house,
Being threatened,
For something I’d done.

Darting furiously…
Through city streets,
Running, running,
For something I’d done.

My companion hailed,
And stopped a bus,
Its metal doors flew open,
For something I’d done.

Had to get to them,
Had to get through them,
Under furious pursuance,
For something I’d done.