Frankie died just the other night. Some say it was suicide. But we know. How the story goes. . With his six string knife. And his street-wise pride. The boy was a man before his time.
Put my mind at rest. Do what you want to do. Wouldnt be the first time that you ever did. Given it away. Do what you want to do. Ya ya. All the words you shit.
Daddys in the bathroom. Mamas on the streets. Garden party soiree. Makes no sense to me. Sirens in the background. Gunshots I cant see. Wont anybody listen.