It's a stroll through the city
And it's toe to toe
With king kong billboards and vampire clerks
Roaming hungry for hidden money
That last twenty bucks you keep tucked behind your I.D.
Like a shield against final poverty
And you almost wish for the honest brutality
Of Old World thieves
The mug and stab
And leaving to die
In fog-dark alleys
And the bliss!
To look your killer in the eye
Feel the blade go in
Put up your fight
Spill your life
And stain red the guilty hand
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