This brick. Which is gripped by my fingers. Which shoot out from my hand. Which is fastened to my arm. That meets up with my shoulder. That sits well below my head.
Somewhere in the world it's 3 o'clock. Time to get out of school and think. Somewhere in the world it's 5pm. And quittin time means it's time to drink.
In the military outpost know as hell. We was way too drunk of Muscatel. Prone to fail and get thrown in jail. From the stories that the TV was known to tell.
Now can you clap for the killers? Give it up for them gangsters. One time for the killers, double up for them gangsters. . Well, I wrote this for criminals but all of y'all should listen at me.