Villians Doing Time

VILLAINS DOING TIME

The man in the corner, he's asking for a lift, 
the man in white -- that's Buell -- says he has a broken shift. 
The steps are swollen up with empty sandwich bags 
and the cokes are getting warm in their hands

And there are dead letters in the mailbox, 
but there are no pigeons upon the sign, 
and there are no shells in the pockets or on the floor, 
and there are no villains doing time

Well, you tell me that your witness had a perfect view
you say you're confident now and you've got good evidence too
Well, I saw the man in question, it was just the other night, 
he was wearing dark glasses like Feliciano might

And there are dead letters in the mailbox, 
but there are no pigeons upon the sign, 
and there are no shells in the pockets or on the floor, 
and there are no villains doing time

(You tell them now) 

Ah, there is cold comfort in the SBT
some very clever doctor went and changed the wound at T3
and the only man of energy, yes a doped-up Rubenstein,
he trained a hundred strippers, then killed a lone man-child. 

And there are dead letters in the mailbox, 
but there are no pigeons upon the sign, 
and there are no shells in the pockets or on the floor, 
and there are no villains doing time

And there are dead letters in the mailbox, 
but there are no pigeons upon the sign, 
and there are no shells in the pockets or on the floor, 
and there are no villains doing time

Excellent Greg.

Outstanding, Greg. It-should-win-a-competition good.

Its got the beats
Well writ Greg.