Thursday, January 08, 2009

Line #7

Once upon a time, when the streets ran red/
With the blood of the white, the blue, the well-bred/
And my ass was well-tasked to make daily bread/
Promised silver, paid in lead/
[Sound effect of two shotgun blasts], shotgun blast/
No sound effect, I just shot your ass/
Dropped your corpse beneath the underpass/

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