Three shots rang out from a flat from neighboring building
As i dove and roll i was thinking about pulling my .45
A galvanized steel gun that you can't buckle wth out reading
Milky water probably saved my life
I emptied a clip into the direction of my would be assassins
Left a fist size divet in the sand stone facade
I saw the chick run and another one i didn't recognize
I knew they wouldn't miss again i better run
If I want to get out of this town alive

Damn, you should have wrote a book

I abandoned the Corvette on the bad side of Bombay
I knew in a half hour the car would be stripped to go
Well damn thing never ran like it was supposed to anyways
And they've been tracking me since I left Saigon
And a recorded message came on the two way
It said the fat man was gonna jump
But it didn't say when
The checked out on the outskirts of town
You know the bad guys always
And the good guys always win

Damn, you should have wrote a book