A quart of gin, a tank of gas,
The night hot like a fever
My nerves draw current from the dark,
My palms sweat, the finger slips,
Send some thirty ought through his lips
I just need, a little bit,
To get by, to stay alive,
An education, good family,
A certain tendency, faulty wiring,
A risk to take, the pressure great,
I’m sorry that I killed your son.
Milk for the kid, Slims for the wife,
Burn my clothes in a barrel outside,
A roar, like a demon come to life,
I hear the sirens before I see the lights.
Get them all down the bunker stairs,
Arrange the magazines by caliber,
Squeeze don’t pull, clear your eyes,
Aim high
No education, no family,
A certain tendency, faulty wiring,
A risk to take, the pressure great,
I’m sorry that I killed your husband.
But this is all, I’ve got left,
I know what you have to do.
But please, understand,
I’m not gonna make it easy for you.
If I’m sent to hell, I’m bring you along,
If I’m spared, If I survive,
I’ll punch my own ticket and take the ride.
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