A Murderer at 30

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Matt Stringer

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Got a hot .380 in my sock
Baldy's bloated body hung up in a canal lock
The operator didn't miss a beat
He was a butcher back in the Nam
There's nothing he ain't seen
And it's, Good evening
(Don't give me up)
And how do you do?
(Won't give me up)
I just thought that I'd stop by
Now relax
(Won't catch me out)
I'll come to the point
(Can't catch me out)
I broke his buzzard neck
And put a bullet through his eye
And now I go downtown
With the news-stand hounds
And I hole up with a bottle
And a knife
And my baby blue revolver
And a girl with a dog collar
While the DA's talking
Fifty years to life
And now the dishwater detectives
And the good citizen collectives
If you're dripping blood
They won't be far behind
Those simoniacal suburbans
Munus ab obsequio coercions
With the money and the houses
And the wine
Now I skulk like Gloucester uptown
And I catch Little Levi
And like a rat I let him drown
I let the air out of him with a trowel
It was such a beautiful night
You should have heard the bastard howl
And it's, Good evening
(Don't give me up)
And how do you do
(Won't give me up)
I needed company, I was feeling all alone
Now relax
(Don't say a word)
Don't' try to move
(Won't say a word)
I dumped him in the river
With a stomach full of stones
Baby let them sleep
And bury them deep
Or the dog'll dig them up for the bones
All the bat-cracked skulls
I fed their livers to the gulls
And it's just more empty beds
And broken homes
Pile them in a heap
And bury them deep
Or with his nails
The dog'll dig them up
And the first rule of crime
Is to bide your time
But I know my baby
She won't give me up
And I know my baby
She won't give me up
Yeah I know my baby
She won't give me up

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