Workinstiff
Gangland Tragedy
Words and Music
Kurt Jensen
Lyrics
Rainfall and phone calls
A dark windy night
I know there's a price
On my head
For that I'm prepared
But what's got me scared
Are the horrible things
You've just said
Now I just got a call
From di capo who said
He was going to put bullets
In both of my eyes
But it bothered me more
Just a moment before
When you told me
To fuck off and die
Well I ran out the door
And I dived to the floor
Before a machine gun
Could cut me in half
But I felt closer to dying
When I listened to you trying
To hold back your
Cold cutting laugh
When I got to my car
I had caught a few rounds
Before I could
Shoot the lights out
But the pain in my guts that
Hurt me worse than them slugs
As I drove through the night
To your house
At the door I met Frankie
Holding his heater
He was trying to say
I'd wind up in the lake
Well he might've got violent
But you sat there silent
That was more than
I knew how to take
When I got back outside
The g-men were waiting
I went down in a hail of lead
But back there inside
I had already died
When you icepicked
My ego to shreds