My Garelli

Ive got scrap

Hidden everywhere

But no junkyard that I can keep it in

Just a collector, with an empty chest

No bullet proof vest hidden anywhere

No bullshit flag waving in the air

no agenda, no agenda

I’ve got a double sided knife under my Garelli

Just incase someone catches me sweating

Got an old set of dice, so she can keep betting

And we can keep on keepin’ on keep on keepin’ on

Most of us dig holes

But not really

Gettin closer to that gravestone

No fifty

Rolling around in the china town alley

Get a bullet train straight to my tombstone

is anyone home?