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Those dried-up comics beckon me

To join their no hope, dead-end, two-bit cabaret

Cyanide, open-palm,

A gift from God, won't you sing with your enemy

I want your badge to reclaim

I know you're hiding behind walls

And I won't be an easy win

Said, he got cop eyes

I know you're waiting for my fall

And I won't be an easy win

Said, she got cop eyes

I want my summer days in cars, down beaches - a skin-ful for fall

Said, he got cops eyes.

Your bad suit and your worse breath

You're already in prison

I want out

This is it

See your mind, see your life

End in sight