Someone's always coming around here trailing some new kill. Says I seen your picture on a hundred dollar bill. And what's a game of chance to you, to him is one of real skill.
Amity, Amity, Amity, Amity. Amity, Amity, Amity caught stars in her arms. Hello, hello kitty happy in New York City. Amity walking like a lucky charm.
You walk down Alameda. Shuffling your deck of trick cards over everyone. Like some precious only son. Face down, bow to the champion. . You walk down Alameda.
I got a question mark. You got a need to always take some shot in the dark. I don't have to make pretend the picture I'm in is totally clear. You think that all things have a way they ought to appear.