Broadway And Hurst

The Outiline

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    I'd like to introduce myself, I'm Nicholas Foster
    I'm not the best looking guy you'll find
    But I enjoy Camel Reds and a good piece of Bocelli
    And when I've had a few too many, I do things I regret

    So I walked over to the bar to meet my friend
    Hey, Foster!
    Yup, that's Mikey, pint in hand
    looking for any mischief he can find
    What's been up, motherfucker
    I haven't seen you in ages!
    I knew I shouldn't, but temptation got the best of me

    Why do I do all these things to hurt you?

    Foster! Hear that asshole?
    His name is Ray.
    Says he's been seeing your lady In an intimate way!
    Says he beats her up, he says he treats her like a whore
    He says he spits in her face, yet she comes back for more

    It's a lie, nonesense, he's full of shit
    Motherfucker would be lucky if he could find his dick
    I was gonna let it slide, turn the other cheek
    But I overheard the bastard as he started to speak

    Got a new bitch, been a slut for a time
    She was Foster's once, but now she's mine
    And that poor old fuck
    Heh, he doesn't even have a clue

    I'm going to kill him

    Why do I do all these things to hurt you
    Why do I hurt you, oh
    Why do I do all these things to hurt you
    Why do I hurt you, oh

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    Followed the fuck, as he went to take a piss
    Crept into the alley, fingers turned to fists
    Stayed silent, put my hands around his neck
    I looked into his face and sunk the glass into his breast
    A surge of blood, a moment passed

    I couldn't think, I couldn't move
    With every second waiting
    There was something they could prove
    Smiled, felt relief as his breath became shy
    His body lay limp, I had taken his life

    No, no, no
    No, no, no
    No, no, no

    Oh, fuck
    What have I done
    There's blood everywhere, look at all this blood
    Oh, God
    I wonder how much money's in his wallet
    I wonder if he has any family

    How am I going to get away with this
    Well he's dead anyway
    No luck sticking around here
    I better find a way to get away now...

    So I woke up like it was any other Sunday
    Had me a cup of black coffee, read the paper
    And had one of my favorite fags
    Felt right as rain until the phone rang

    Hello
    Hello, Nicholas Foster?
    Who's this?
    This is Officer Sloan from the police department
    Oh, Officer Sloan
    Where were you on the night of the 31st?

    I was I happened to be
    Happened to be at a pub at Broadway and Hurst?
    No, I wasn't there, actually
    Do you know Ray Wells?

    Um, Ray Wells, Ray Wells
    Doesn't ring any bells
    The 31st I was out of town
    Yeah, th-that's right, on business in fact
    You see, I was with my bird, we're in love

    Well, thank you for your time
    I'd hate to bother you
    And they bought it

    Who is it?
    Freeze, motherfucker!
    I didn't do anything
    Face on the floor
    I'm innocent
    I'm not getting on the floor

    You shit murderer
    You murdered someone and you know it
    I didn't do anything
    I'm innocent

    We know it, and you know it
    bet they'll love you in the shower, heheh!
    I didn't do anything
    And you're gonna spend the rest of your life in prison paying for it

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