And everytime he’d think it out: “there’s nothing to worry abou
Get in the van, don’t deviate from the plan
If everything goes smooth then you’ll walk away a rich man”
So it begins, everybody walks in
Could this be the day or the way that the underdog wins?
I think not, so i bet on the feds because the black hat men never win in the end
Ski mask
sawed off
guilty conscience, fear of death [check check check]
eeverything went numb when he stumbled upon what he thought was going to be another means to the end
the silence
the sirens
it all went down like his nightmare the night before
i don’t want to hear
i don’t want to be near
i do what i got to do just to keep my nose clean
The story doesn’t end here
don’t fear for our hero ain’t near the end
my friend lets take it back to how it all began: with a proposition
and proposition starts with a capital p / “or at least for me” is what he said to himself / but himself ain’t a lot when he’s got nothing left / of what was once a man, loved and loving / he took that trip that turns something to nothing / right and wrong / there’s not a lot a difference when you’re singing that poor man’s song / and that song it goes just a little like this: