Hard Case
Hard Case
Brubaker was a real big fat fecker
He lived by the jail and hunted escaped cons
Using three Bloodhouds and his wits
He carried a shotgun loaded for cons
With rock salt to maim but not kill
Brubaker was a hard case
Being an ex con from the same jail
He was offered a job for his skills
Help us catch fleeing jailbirds
And we won't lock you up
Call yourself a semi-peace officer
Halfway between good and bad
A job needs doing and its yours
Searching the fields woods and rivers
For smart or not too smart cons
None have escaped or beaten you yet
Coz once you were one of them...
Copyright © Nick Armbrister Jimmy Boom Semtex | Year Posted 2020
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