Richmond Fontaine - Pinkerton lyrics

Pinkerton security guard arrives at a warehouse lot Dark clouds fill up the sky He holds a six month chip in his pocket praying, hoping it Will give him relief Pinkerton security guard sits in an issues Pinto, it's night-time and Rain blurs all visibility HE closes his eyes, plays with his handcuffs, But his thoughts are wrong He lives in a basement, on a stained mattress Paychecks garnished for years Soup cans and coke bottle lay next to the TV With everything on pallets, Because the basement always leaks Pinkerton security guard rings up a thirty dollar bill He gives the clerk five and walks out with no understanding or care With a box cutter in his hand he stares at the woman in the Parking lot With a box cutter and a bashed-in mind