Dead Man

[readthenewsohboy]

Dead man comes walkin' in
Pays in twenty dollar bills
For a drink he ordered without a word
Just a look to give men chills
Says he’s an agent from the coast
The room’s eyes turn away
From a face he wears just like a ghost
And the piano man starts to play

Well Big Eddie in the corner
Turns and whispers to Fat Jim
That someone needs to spread the word
That everyone’s looking at him
And then the agent from the west
He shouts above the keys
Says” Eddie give Mr. Jackson my best”
Say I’m hittin’ up his streets

Agent Carter was a suicide man
A bigger target with each sting
A law man who didn’t understand
‘round here the Tommy gun is king

There was no one asked about his past
That’s ‘cause no one gave a damn
Each one thinking jus’ another friggin’ cop
Who was a corpse and not a man

Well Carter said I’m gonna prove them wrong
Show them justice is alive!
Before he caught a dozen rounds of lead
In an alley on the west side

You know that it’s gunner Edison
With a lucky strike in his teeth
Makes sure Carter’s blood runs red
Down to the sewers beneath
The cloudy sky that hangs above
Mr. Jackson’s streets
Says that we’re not men at all
But animal’s and beasts

And its Mr. Jackson’s signatures
That grace in blue the checks
Of some sixteen US senators
Who are paid to stack the decks
In a room that’s too well furnished
Sits a hardened shell
More blood has stained his hands
Than fires burn in hell

Later that year the amendment was repealed
Prohibition was no more
But the story goes on in another form
Under the name the drug war.

 

[Wordswords]

i like it.