[Verse 2: Bender]
Got the hangman behind me trying to stump him on the last letter
Bad weather dog day afternoon black leather
Shorty got a coat-hanger hope she's trying to steal a car
Face drained of color like a silver star in a film noir
Light pollution dimmed the galaxy to half a watt
Walking with Occam's razor pondering the path we lost
Air clouded smog envelop us the kids asleep
Empty warehouses exoskeletons of industry
Collapsing ceiling low rise abandoned building
He just lamps and chills feels like Maximilian at the Hilton
She said his tab's a bill he ain't got half a shilling
So he's climbing out that window 'fore that pimp comes back to kill him
Panic stricken on the transit system
Conductor acid tripping having visions made a rash decision
The merry-go-rounds on top of burial grounds
And we swept under the rug
And kept it hush but that's the land we live in
Some old socialite barring her teeth
Very petit out of fashion 90s herion chic glaring at me
Paranoid convinced that I was following
She sucked her diamond ring off and swallowed it