Rusty Knife

The job is done Bruises and broken bones He will live to see another day "Just end him already" chants the crowd F*cking psychopaths Poor guy got what he deserved Lucky him I made up my mind already How sick you have got to be To yell like that for a blood bath He made his mistakes like everyone else And yet, people act like judges His kite really got struck by a sudden gust A bulge on the side of his hip caught my eye It was his perfectly polished and cocked back pistol Unfortunately for him, his string was fragile His Beretta had a glare Shiny enough to change my mind...