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Crime Time
Hello folks...
Welcome to Crime Time
Lost Angeles sometime late in the evening
It was one of those nights Not Much of the splendor of Rodeo Drive remained
The air, tormented by the strain of the day
Moreover, seemed to be wondering which of the two men she was after first
The throat should be squeezed
One man was Bill A. Hemingway,
His friends called him philosopher,
The other man was me
Oh oh oh crime time
Oh oh oh crime time
Yeah yeah yeah kill to survive
Yeah yeah yeah run for your life
Oh oh oh crime time
Oh oh oh crime time
Yeah yeah yeah bullets and pain
Yeah yeah yeah it's crime time again
We were sitting in Hemingway's apartment
Close to the black and white populated blocks near
Central Avenue
Close enough to feel
How hard the sun tried in its daily setting
To illuminate both sides of the streets
There was little extraordinary about Hemmingway
If You could ignore his hands and his smile.
His hands, in their movement, described a moth,
For whom the day seemed far too long.
His smile could you almost like it,
As long as you had the opportunity to do so while alive
Oh oh oh crime time
Oh oh oh crime time
Yeah yeah yeah kill to survive
Yeah yeah yeah run for your life
Oh oh oh crime time
Oh oh oh crime time
Yeah yeah yeah bullets and pain
Yeah yeah yeah it's crime time again
Now lä ;cheered Hemmingway
Because he knew that his Gloria had sent me to him,
To sort out a very private problem
I was the private problem and his
38 automatic was aimed straight at my solar plexus
Oh oh oh crime time
Oh oh oh crime time
Yeah yeah yeah kill to survive
Yeah yeah yeah run for your life
Oh oh oh crime time
Oh oh oh crime time
Yeah yeah yeah bullets and pain
Yeah yeah yeah it's crime time again