White Business Class Blues Paroles

kill me if you choose
and if you end up on the dirt rocks
i'll send it through the black hawk

my letter of recommendation to you from me
i wrote 'your good friend'
send me away to jail, release me if she fails

give me some space, man

return from whence you came, you foul beast from the flames
i totally called the game, the game

so repay me if you choose
report back if you lose
not at all to intrude
imperial steel and oil, and my

letter of recommendation to you from me
profanity at dawn
the neighbor and his fucking lawn

brooklyn don't float away today
sit on the shelf, where my broken rhymes are made

when i said 'the napkin stole the food from my mouth'
i didn't know the difference