The Big Sleep
I'm in a tight spot
this guns for hire
sure it spits fire
but only six shots
I'm in nightmare alley
down a side street
I see a red light
no black angel's in sight
there's no place to pray
no sacred way
just a frightened city
a place with no pity
I'm not a big shot
I got no big deal
I'm just illegal
looking to steal
the cops had me cornered
it's my last day
no reasonable doubt
no chance of a stay
the big house wants me
I want to live
it's time to quit
for the law won't forgive
this is my story
crime ain't no glory
just a public defender
my case out to tender
high walls of San Quintin
they hem me in
just a high window
no visits from kin
I can't tell a lie
each dawn I die
behind locked doors
but the damned don't cry
I'm for the big sleep
I'm feeling the heat
it's time for the pay-off
my maker to meet
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