cocktails next door to pantages,
that rolex ticking down
as johnny looks and waits
Some crooner croon the future is tomorrow,
in your foolish heart, youll learn,
Whatll it be?
Jack, four fingers billy
Clinky goes the glass with ice
I dont know,
But i dont care i want em dead
And did what i had to do,
For justice.
Theirs a news story today,
Front page
Read all about it.
The watch sleeps with our hero
And as time ticks slowly
He dreams
Some melody of all of the action
Maybe a brass section.
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