Oh no!

Today was the day

You murdered a whist

Who stole the skunk

With your own two fists

 

You have blood on the bed

And brains on your shoes

You must drive yourself

No where to lose

 

You’re on your own.

And you know what you know.

And YOU are the guy who’ll decide where to go

 

You’ll look up and down streets.

Looking over with care.

Some you’ll say, “I cant go there”

With your head full of drugs

and your shoes full of skunk

cops wont even open your trunk

 

once your out of town

don’t turn around

in any case, you might be found

 

its open out here

in the wide open air

 

Here things can happen

Without a care

You will only find a cop car

seen from afar

 

And when things start to happen

Youll worry and stew

When things go wrong

Back to sentence one with you

 

Your time is up

No where to hide

hit one last hit

Then commit suicide

 

Drugs are no fun

But friends are a blast

If you keep on this run

Your not gonna last!