I'm just about glad that I knew you once And it was more than just a passing acquaintance I'm just about glad that it was a memory That doesn't need
Here in the bar, the boys like to have fun There's a wager lost and an argument won There's a stone-washed damsel on a junk food run It's a kinder murder
Outside my window Not long before sleep arrives They come with their sirens And they sweep away all the boys Busy draining the joy from their lives They
My science fiction twin Is doing better than expected He captured a little blonde trophy wife Who's really very well connected And when he calls home
She lives on Pony Street And they should scatter flowers at her feet But when they come calling I think it's appalling They're sober and they're polite
The chains from the bridle and the reins fell from my hands The engines are idle and the ship sails on dry land I stood there stupefied, I thought I
Do you love him Or is it still too soon to know? When I think back a couple of days Before I found you in his spell Was there a warning? What can I say
She wears a wedding ring her sister lent To throw them off the scent Just let them guess, it's what they expect Who in the world has bitten her neck?
But it's by Julie Andrews And not by John Coltrane Endless balmy breezes and perfect sunsets framed Vintage wine for breakfast And naked starlets floating in Champagne All the passions of your youth
Take your tiny feet out of your mother's shoes Or there is going to be a terrible scene It's not just the lipstick drawn on crooked When they find how
riot gun,there ain't none bigger About to unload the ammo,"E" squeeze the trigger They say I'm violent,they should watch their T.V They say I'm brutal
blue joint Retard-less, I'mma blow regardless Resume is straight up live, I shank niggas up for larger E's And speak with the youth in the spot, eat
of human beings Five, education and truth for the black youth Six, all black men exempt from military service Hear my words and get nervous Seven, a quick end to police brutality
blood but the shit ain't done with Switch to Oak town, '66 See Huey Newton and Cleveland Seal Sons of Malcolm with intent to kill And end the brutality
I've seen streets, we're youth Are forced to take the long way home And I've seen mothers mourn The loss of there only born Still I believe, we are given
for old mistakes Now they are trapped... Who dares to stop these fools? Brutality is trendy, discussing's for old farts Today the cracked voice of youth
, neck, hook, poles of wood The Picadors stood eyes ablaze To view brutal contest in the vale of years Courage unfailing agility exhausted Youth entered
are crushed in this malevolent den of thieves, There's no escape from the abduction and rape of virginity.* Scenic nightmares of brutal self-indulgence