So it was the night of crime and all were about
The cops were shining; spinning their grout
Then all of a sudden without a spark or a bing
The neighbors realized there were left with no bling.
They looked in wonder and thought of the grinch,
All they could wonder if there was not a glitch.
Tonight was the night where the bravest would fight
But left in the dark there was only good night,
Good night to the pictures
Good night to the song
Good night to the jewleary
Perv – good night to the thong
All about them were prancing and happy
All forgetting that things here are lapsing
Such is the culture that cuts off my gate
Such it the culture that I tend to hate.
Such is the thing that takes a cord
Such is the thing to make it my board
Electric is great I even love my heater
It is hot so sweat but get off my f- meter
Spend your money
Have your fun
Be weary be done
Go home and wonder what was said
And hope to god your dog is not dead.
Night against Crime is gone once again
Full Moon shinning with hopes of a sin
The sin is on they who have not been true
That is people who represent you.
Night against Crime
Does not need to Rhyme
But is the hypocrisy of
The absolute atrocity
In la Belle Nouvelle Orleans
Makes it all seem more Obscene
by raspootin ... who has thought about night out against crime a lot...
first table blocking
the wire to my outlet
Again the wire