I never had a false alarm*. Softer than a baby's arm. All hands are right. Never had it cost too much. She was my eagle-eye. Collapsed just fine. And then there being the stars.
Will I follow you down the line?. Will I follow you down the line?. . Stepped off the the train and looked for Fruitvale signs. The January air it whips across my spine.
She reached for his gun*. And aimed for his glass eye. Even his arms. They couldn't focus on her right. But oh, my money. Suck, suck, suck it down. You take out the car.