The West Coast Transfer

As the gunslinger sings out against his own crimes,
Doing a double time to get his grave dug he finds,
These lasses and lacerations lack such,
passive entertainment and moderation.

What a life to die for,
Excitement in only gore,
Living with a hard core,
Trying to get to the top of the score board.

Is it to much to ask for a moment of peace?
A singular night hidden away from this beast?
Packing his bags for one more night secured,
Planning death to both him and some desperate girl,
Passing toll booths and cons on his road to fate,
Letting God know this is what his mind states.

Everyone is next to lose there breath experiencing the best chess move this side of the west.

Walk into the bar for a shot of Jack he won't be back,
Leaving a big tip for that girl with a huge rack,
Stepping back in the streets to bring the town to his feet,
Immortalized by papers and receipts.

It's what I need to be not how I seem to flee from everything but constant misery.

Zip ties, knives, and duct tape galore,
Wanting to see her body line the floor even more,
He has to wait, anticipate her fate, contemplate,
And listen to his mind state.

Everyone is next to lose there breath experiencing the best chess move this side of the west.

She only hears the call,
Not a single other sound,
He knows his way around her house,
It's so profound,
Staring into her room,
I'll be where you'll be soon,
As he enters assumed,
And all he hears is *boom*

Everyone is next to lose there breath experiencing the best chess move this side of the west.