Do me a favor
could ye erase me
from that picture looking happy
uncle warned me days do come
when this starts to come along
times when that cold grey steel
seems to feel pleasing to your teeth
bight the roundness and clench

but underneath
there's a thin film of hope
as a beggar I feel too broke
shaken and rattled
a war or crusade or a battle
where are the infidel

a comic strip
without the super hero
a story with no beginning or end
just a lot of random shit
just makes your mind bend
thank god for cigarettes
a pen and paper
and that's about it
lord knows with friends
you play a bunch of pretend

as important as the moment you in
to conclude
check the barrel
a round in the chamber
click, boom

will i see lord my Saviour
or is it his day off
or is he there at all.