Whatever happened to the mob?
Posted: November 10th, 2008, 5:27 am
In the heartland, blood and honor.
Cattle country drifts over luckless, blind deserts,
on narcotic seas of poverty and Frank up in lights,
intense light, drug of wisdom, taxed bone dry.
Fire and rock, hoo-hoo, mourning doves unseen,
perched on bullet-bound rusted neon.
They bombed the Sands in that strange heat.
Whatever happened to the Mob?
It's out of our hands now, fiftieth-floor gleam.
The money's spent, we can't get it back.
My enemies are devised in oak-paneled rooms.
I am the only shade in that desert.
Somali warlords weren't fooled.
I arm everyone; grab a gun.
The point of a good punk riff is rarely music.
I voted for change tonight, but there it goes.
Attack the shore, be the shore, footnote lore.
Make random confusion, it trades well.
Whatever happened to the mob?
Check the stock symbols.
Cattle country drifts over luckless, blind deserts,
on narcotic seas of poverty and Frank up in lights,
intense light, drug of wisdom, taxed bone dry.
Fire and rock, hoo-hoo, mourning doves unseen,
perched on bullet-bound rusted neon.
They bombed the Sands in that strange heat.
Whatever happened to the Mob?
It's out of our hands now, fiftieth-floor gleam.
The money's spent, we can't get it back.
My enemies are devised in oak-paneled rooms.
I am the only shade in that desert.
Somali warlords weren't fooled.
I arm everyone; grab a gun.
The point of a good punk riff is rarely music.
I voted for change tonight, but there it goes.
Attack the shore, be the shore, footnote lore.
Make random confusion, it trades well.
Whatever happened to the mob?
Check the stock symbols.