.He was dead on his feet
Too many ends to meet
He felt like an empty gun
He felt the claw of the law
And heard the voice say
"Son, what is it you're up to?"
Looking like an accident waiting to happen
Politics, money or dope
Empty pockets, emptier hope
You coul.
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