Thursday, February 03, 2011

late-night hanging

look I got a ton of shit
I brought it in on a yacht
I am in a carpark by myself
at 2am
you want it or not?
one ton
of shit
you want it?
I am as scared as you
I also have a gun in my back pocket
but I am being honest
I am being nice
just give me the cash and I will drive away

or do we do this gangland bloodshed right here?

and that moon arcing as wild as
oh you don't get more engaged than this

here in the carpark I must write on my knees
of the wall of the Phocians

throw your arms in the air
declare that everything is useless

this is the business, this

now give me the money


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