There’s a dance of bullets goin’ on,
pings on the sidewalk and all.
Performed, with an accompanying light show,
pure dinner theature.
I want in.
I want to blow out a case of ammunition,
take a bit of plaster out of the walls,
break a window or two,
To whirl blindly,
and squeeze her off.
Who cares if ya hit anything,
the people moved out years ago.