Too Bad He's Dead

In the distance a police siren
Was singing some scary song
3 o'clock on a sunday morning
And I can't stay in this car too long
I made a deal, I left that car
And I went back to the bar
He stored his gear, he cranked his motor
He disappeared in the dark
Blue lights in the city streets
The pigs where on his tail
He used to get the fuck outa here
'Cause he's facing time in jail
Cutting corners in the alley ways
The streets are like his racing track
Bite the bullet, the only way
Or else you better hit the deck
The morning paper said
Another dealer dead
Too bad, too bad, he's dead
A bad hab of cops he's been down
And he's running out of gas
He's dodging bullet's like
Some dead end lead
But he got himself in this mess
He drove he's car much too fast
And lost control of the wheel
Then a crash, enter death
The dealer made his deal
The morning paper said
Another dealer dead
Too bad, too bad, he's dead
(Solo)
This is how I lost my connection
To the best shit in town
Yeah, the bar was also worried
Cause the sales, they were going down
But on day six, it was fixed
Some new guy was driving around
He's got good shit, I have to admit
But I miss the old stash somehow
The morning paper said
Another dealer dead
Too bad, too bad, he's dead
The morning paper said
Another dealer dead
Too bad, too bad, he's dead