Caught In The Hard Light

Cut one two three four biscuits out of dough,
Lay them on the baking tray
Let them cook as hard as low life lessons learnt in the back streets
Dirty lounge rooms, or dodgee night parks meets
Guns and knives, needles and attitude,
Cash, plenty of cash to make the world spin on,
And a cop loitering around just waiting for the cookies to cook
And the biscuits be done,
For then he will pounce when the deal is being done
Then the chase will pursue around the whole bloody block,
Then it will get out of hand,
Then someone will get shot and the shouts will emit and the anger erupt
The sirens released, the night no longer still
Should have kept clean and kept on going to school.

Bears Rebellion 10/08/13

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