havermoreover

Johnny's in the basement mixing up the medicine. I'm on the pavement, thinking about the government. A man in a trench coat, badge out, laid off, says he's got a bad cough, wants to get it paid off. Look out, kid, it's something you did. God knows when, but you're doing it again. You better duck down the alley way, looking for a new friend. A man in a coonskin cap in a pig pen wants eleven dollar bills. You only got ten. Maggie comes fleet-foot, face full of black soot. Talkin' that the heat put, plants in the bed but The phone's tapped anyway. Maggie says that many say they must bus in early May, orders from the D.A. Look out,