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Malkamillian
Little, asian, deadly, like a cobra in the shade Sat in the midst of the smoke that he made His name was Mr. Games and he owned the place It was a lonely bar and grill in the Lower Haight He had a jeweler's hands and a blurry face He knew I needed a chance so he gave me a break. "If I hire you now, can you start today? I got a high-rise job down by the bay. Just a couple of rocks and some firearms There's not many locks and just one alarm My step-son Gene will pick you up and drive Try to be his friend, he's got a friendly side." Doll-house lightning and the next thing I knew We were back at our point of rendezvous. I was in the possession of burglary tools Children's fur coats and diamonds and jewels Gene's talking about insignificant shit Just like crooks in the movies when they do that bit.
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Malkamillian
Old San Francisco, San Francisco B.C. I lived with my true love and she lived with me. "Romance is the douche of the bourgeoisie" Was the very first thing she imparted to me We had sarcastic hair, we used lewd pseudonyms We got a lot of stares on the street back then. Since her dad, a local barber, had been beaten to death She had become a vocal martyr in the vegan press The cops had failed, they couldn't catch a bus They were looking for a male with a bad hair cut Enter tumbleweed, exit love and our affaire d'amour Was set on self-destruct. She said "you don't make enough to provide for me." I said "what about the stuff that we quote believe?" She said "I left that on the sands of history I've found a new man to take care of me He dresses for success and emergency And he moves a lot of concrete on the QVC."
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