This town's a fickle dame...
She'll tell you
secrets, but never the truth.
The mob
is in with the cops, here, thicker than the smoke from
some fat
cat's cig.
She was innocent once.
They all
were, before the lights seduced them.
Now
look at her...blood in her teeth and that cheap red grin.
Her real
crime was passion...all dolled up for the Ritz in hell, sweetheart?
She'll never answer.
This town is a
dangerous broad.
She'll grab you by the short hairs and laugh while you squirm...
If she feels kind you'll just get
a slug through the heart.
That's where
I come in.
This city is seductive.
She'll draw you in with her looks and
her promises,
but it's just some
twisted foreplay before she dumps you out in the cold
without even a 'thank you.'
But I
keep coming back no
matter how many cold
shoulders and nights I spend walking these streets trying,
just once, to find out what
truth really means.
Fast
cars, fast women, pleasures are cheap and easy.
She's got
it all...except justice.
That's my job, I guess. Just another
Lone Ranger, but
my
only friend has one thing to say, and I prefer if he didn't shoot his mouth off
unless
that killing word
needs saying.
It's night time in this city.
Has been for years...
but the dark can't hide what wants to be found.
The innocent
can only
call out for so long before some hard boiled sap takes a walk.
Yeah,
I'll be walking for a while but it's good for thinking
good for
hearing
good for ferreting out the
things
that aren't
always what they
appear.
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