Walker

Mr. Walker
Took his scooter downtown
And though I had nothing to offer
He still showed me around

Mr. Walker
Has no use for a belt
He says some people are problems
But I knew that myself

He wants all the things
Fit for
All the coaches and kings
You don't go fucking up someone's liberty
Just to unfuck up yours

Mr. Walker
Calls the Italians wops
I heard the Irish are pig shit
He said: now you're catching on

Mr. Walker
Didn't come for a month
But when he gets near the children
It's like my brain turns to mush
I mean he didn't show up

So we danse macabre
Into infinity
Like self-dying bots
Of stupidity

She said: the twist to all of this...
Freedom fits in any cage you wish

Mr. Walker
Took me back to his cave
And he said
This is where I do my best work
With my centaur's brain

Mr. Walker
Said he'd come again
And give rise to a franchise
That would signal the end



Credits
Writer(s): Dean Ciocca
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