Dark Shadows in a Bleak City

Noir

The city is bleak see, bad people on the street tonight.

On the corner, girls beg for profit expecting more than offered.

Bad people I say, bad people.

Chief calls as murder lurks from dark shadows,

Perhaps a dame, perhaps a fink.

Most don’t even care anymore.

Life’s bad, real bad see.

Gone are the days of polite gentleman,

And respectable women are a rare breed.

Yeah, it’s murder.

A good old fashion who done it kinda kill’n.

Slain with bullets, two in the chest and one in the head.

Gangsta style see.

A declaration, no one gets out alive,

In the dark shadows of a bleak city.


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