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A town, and I don't know the name

" Where can I find the bar" I asked a man with one leg

He lifted his dusty bowler cap up

and smiled-- missing his front right tooth,

"maybe you can buy me a drink"

There I sat, the smell if whiskey lingered in the air

"what will eh have?"

(Maple leaf rag playing on the piano)

Whiskey, I said.

as I slammed my drink I gave him another nickel, and told him

"keep em' comin'"

Have you ever seen the look in someones eyes when he knows he's gonna die

they look like they're gonna cry

but also a gleam

that i can olny imagine is

acceptance.

or maybe life flashin' before his eyes.

Always the same they beg

plead, "I have a family"

I remenber my first one.

Hands shaking

sweat drops from my face

do you think he knew i was scared?

did you know blood has a smell

hard to discribe like day old bread

it can be so red

flows so fast from an open wound

that look forever on his face

scared the shit outta me

"How can I kill a man"

Will I ever be the same?

Now I know

It was always me

and I alway him.

 I didn't change

in fact it's actually easy

to kill a man

The world doesn't stop spininng

with them gone.

still goes on.

Some people enjoy killin'

making the suffer while they can

some

like

to

kill

and hurt

I don't

I do it like hell

like it's my job

squezing the trigger

like punching the clock

make it quick

so I don't have time to think

of the people who will miss him

I don't like to see them hurt

Some day I maybe on the other side

lookin' at that barrel of the gun

will I ask for remorse

for all the killin' I've done

Will I even care to beg

no

life is shit

look how people treat each other

they make em' suffer

for as long as they live

I offer freedom 

and peace

from a world full of shit and suffering.

I'm kinda like god in the way.

they don't know whats good for them

I know whats best.

I offer a way out

a sweet release

killin' is easy

living is hard