He watches the room squirm when he puts out his cigarette on his best friend's forehead
And throws his Blonde Hair back and laughter gushes forth
Like the blood he has spilt since his little heart began to beat
He spits on the beggar and the baron alike
He cares not who he hurts
He has bitten lots of ears off
We were driving up the motorway
Causing crashes wherever we went
But God saw us through
We were his tool
Speeding into oncoming monster rigs
Like a fearsome metal bird we flew
Cruising over 130mph his gold tooth mirrored me sat beside him
I said slow down
But he just laughed so much
At that moment he didn't scare me
But then he looked across at me with smile cruelly bent (serious intent)
And said through me
"You've been with my woman; now we're gonna die"
WITH SHARP STATIC EVERYTHING REDUCES TO SILENCE
AJ Buttle circa. 2005
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