She's solid door immigrant, head through a thin wall
A frail hooker, holding a corner walls
Gleaming sky scraper bunker he looked down
laugh hysterically and then he spread around
On Hoover Street, then he must be alone
The precious little the kid cast the woes
Of an authority girl she kind of made you spill
Her brother Mario got shot 4 times in the head
You see poor Mario, he caught a hot one, through the lung.
Now he's done so god bless him.
And the cocaine moves through their system,
like a river forever winding
To the last party of the under class
Just a bunch of kids who don't wanna finish last
Now see the market place has changed the weight of the scale
You either get out and die or go to jail.
And your best intentions splinter and fail
and a few weeks of promises and intentions fail.
It's a glass-pipe murder.
It's a glass-pipe murder.
Oh Yeah.
It's a glass-pipe murder.
It's a glass-pipe murder.
OOOHHH Yeah
They kick a bottle of beer and a letter
simple things made Mario feel better.
You see it falls on you and it falls on me self-annihilation, catastrophe.
Two packs of cigarettes for $2.70 and a bottle of wine that's been opened.
And he said, why do I do this.
A shiver through his body like a bottle of CC
Not encouraging reality or me.
He said it's who I am being back to it.
Off the deep end the record changed
You see, no one stood up and cheered for him.
Everyone sat down with something that happened.
Began, to happen.
It's an old school dorm mystery and the handcuffs bleed...
It's a glass-pipe murder.
It's a glass-pipe murder.
Oh Yeah.
It's a glass-pipe murder.
It's a glass-pipe murder.
OOOHHH Yeah
Who was the killer.... it's in the...
compositores: TIMOTHY (USA) ARMSTRONG
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