You said the words so I released it all
Dropped my words like knives
Like kerosene
Wake me up now, it's all a dream
So abstract, yet so concrete
Walking down these blood-stained streets
Smoke and smog fill my lungs
Echoes of death, waving parched tongues
I pull on my coat, smoke past the alley
I've wasted these years, drowned them in folley
Out to defend my father's name
Thirsty for blame
Leave the revolver, take the meat
I make my way through these bloodied streets
Sirens blare, I've got my dignity
I'd be better off with anonymity
Daddy killed Johnny with a .45
Five days later Daddy died
Hideouts in crowded poker halls
There's no voices in these walls
With a James Dean smile
I'll kill 'em in style
And be back in time for manicotti
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