A man with a badge stopped me in the deli today,
and asked me for any identity that I had;
I stopped, I was shocked, and I rustled through my coat
to find my wallet, and I listened to the voice seeping in from his radio.
The voice screamed, "A shot k**ed her!
Five feet and two inches of energy,
struck and stolen by a magnum forty-four!
A shot did her in!"
Got out of the deli,
and wrapped myself in a blanket I found on the sidewalk;
sat down on the sidewalk, and watched the blind man across the street.
Makin' decisions! Makin' decisions now!
When I get home, I'm gonna sell my soul at the crossroads.
When I get home, I'll deactivate my Facebook account.
When I get home, I'm gonna neuter my neighbor's dog,
and then I'm gonna sleep for twenty-four hours,
and pray when I wake in the fading shadow
of a strange, disturbing night,
I'll remain alone.
A shot k**ed her.
Five feet and two inches of energy,
struck and stolen by a magnum forty-four.
A shot did her in.