The Briefcase

Boss man
Said to me
"Deliver this
At any cost"
LA traffic
God I hate it
Couldn't wait
To get to Vegas
Bullets flew
Into the car
Blood spewed
From the driver seat
7 miles
Out of Baker
Stranded
With the briefcase

Handcuffed
To the briefcase
I escaped
Without a trace
How to hide
My bleeding face?

On the run
Nowhere to hide
The enemy
Was anyone
Stole a car
Without a fight
I was safe
Or so I thought
They appeared
At the borderline
20 men
Began to fire
Then I saw
The unexpected
Bombs tore
Them to pieces

Handcuffed
To the briefcase
No one
Would take my place
Just bait
On a bleak day

Was this the master plan?
Lead us through the sand,
To use me as your bait,
Patiently wait to decimate,
Kept me under your cursed wing,
To deliver that terrible thing,
Make me dig a place for my slumber,
Eighty miles out and six feet under.

Standing
In my grave
Praying
For a saving grace
Bang bang



Credits
Writer(s): William Jordan, Jeffrey Mores
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