The ink onto the paper, the paper into the trash.

Twenty years without them man,
They fall like cards out from my hand.
A Dodo bird in a whooping can.
What does all this shit mean?

I never fucked a little hooker
In a little kitchen.

Who the FUCK
Do you think I am?

I may sound like an angry dude.
I don’t mean to be rude.
Don’t get all nude don’t get all lewd.

And a shot rang out.
And ten shots rang out.
The bodies fell fast.
And hard.

When blood spurts.
Angels learn.
How to give a shit.

Don’t get all fast don’t get all rude.
Don’t take off you clothes,
Please don’t get nude.