You were my fellow soldier in a darkened city
and when we both got popped and dropped
and rolled over all bloody and gritty
and the cops came and asked everything
over sirens blaring: "what were you wearing"
"did he have an erection while sending bullets your direction"
How was it? Was it hot when y'all were shot?
Goodie Proctors sent us to doctors
covered us with a sheet so they could bring in the fleet
of dectives and fancy lawyers in suits
to catch a man on the loose.
It was honestly tasteless and a lot of time wasted
why call in the feds
when we were already dead.