Just Another Film Cliche
Just another film cliché
Sunglasses in the night time
Bullets everywhere
The big bad boss of organised crime
Is starting to despair
He’s swearing down his cell phone
Describing the chaotic scene
It’s like a bloody battle zone
Wherever that has been
Kill him and everyone he’s known
Fill him full of lead
Disrespect to me he’s shown
I want that mother dead
Guns and bombs and car crashes
He survives them everyday
With not a scratch on his sunglasses
The hero walks away
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