So here I wait with company
Of dead-man-gray concrete tire-stopper thingy
I see the man
Who left me here
He's got the six pack of his beer
He hurled a can at the mirror
In agony he had to run
The blatancy of smoking guns and decency
♪
I had the gum, the pack I stole
From the shelf of the store that I'm now waiting
In front of, and the woman who worked the counter
Late past two came up to me
♪
She reached down toward my hand
I thought at least today I won't be dying so alone
She felt the foil, plastic, and
The substance made of rubber bands
Pulled it away
♪
"Thief!" she said
"You got what you deserve!"
"Ma'am," I said
"The money's in my other hand"
Can't I run
From a man with a gun
These days?
Can't I run
From a man with a gun
These days?