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• Artiste: Outline (The)
• Titre: Broadway & Hurst
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I'd like to introduce myself, I'm Nicholas Foster I'm not the best looking guy you'll find But I enjoy Camel Reds and a good piece of Bocelli And when I've had a few too many, I do things I regret So I walked over to the bar to meet my friend <Hey Foster!> Yup, that's Mikey, pint in hand, looking for any mischief he can find <What's been up mother fucker I haven't seen you in ages?> And I knew I shouldn't, but temptation got the best of me Why do I do all these things to hurt you? <Foster, hear that asshole, his name's Ray, says he's been seeing your lady in an intimate way. Says he beats her up, says he treats her like a whore, says he spits in her face, yet she comes back for more> It's a lie, nonsense, he's full of shit Mother fucker would be lucky if he could find his dick I was gonna let it slide, turn the other cheek But I overheard the bastard as he started to speak <Got a new bitch, been a slut for a time She was Foster's once, but now she's mine And that poor old fuck, he doesn't even have a clue> I'm going to kill him Followed the fuck, as he went to take a piss Crept into the alley, fingers turned to fists Stayed silent, put my hands around his neck Looked into his face and sunk the glass into his breast A surge of blood, a moment passed, I couldn't think, I couldn't move With every second waiting there was something they could prove Smiled, felt relief as his breath became shy His body lay limp, I had taken his life No, no, no <too much going on in the remorse section to dictate> So I woke up like it was any other Sunday Had a cup of black coffee, read the paper, and had one of my favorite fags Felt right as rain until the phone rang Hello <Hello Nicholas Foster?> Who's this? <This is Officer Sloan from the police department> Oh, Officer Sloan <Where were you on the night of the 31st?> I was, uh <Happen to be at a pub at Broadway and Hurst?> No I wasn't there actually.. <Do you know Ray wells?> Um, Ray Wells Ray Wells, doesn't ring any bells The 31st, I was out of town, yeah, that's right On business in fact, ya see I was with my bird, we're in love <Well thank you for your time, I hate to bother you> (Thanks to ReaPer for these lyrics)