Johnny B
Check it out - it's eleven-thirty,
My hand is getting dirty
Snatchin' up things that probably can't be waitin'
Now this is a vision of a violent life
Livin' by a guard and totem of the night
I'm slamin' doors 2-4-5 'n pullin' the keys
Now these are the traged valuable luxuries to me
In the early dawn, before you yawn
I've been there swiped you and then I'm gone
Now it's six-o-clock, my heart tic-tacs
A black sadden bag full of bad ass rocks ...