One Last Favour

She called me in last night to do us one last favor
I gotta drop this fella he’s a gun for hire
too much white and too many words been spoken
there’s no justice for me hell I’m already broken

Fast cars and fast women I can get used to this
refreshing drinks and tasty food is payed by you
second hand chicks surrounding my table
my loss of funds is the only thing stable

This is one last favor another gun to the head
boom boom boom on strike three you are dead
this is one last favor you think I can choose
boom boom boom I choose not to lose

I call it target practice three dogs down
primary target’s still on the loose
into the night I will get him one day
there’s no use in running I might as well stay



 

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