Donald Kirby Von Koehler

Crime Pays (If You Like Jail)






Crime Pays(If You Like Jail)
Many hunters in the night hiding in the shadows,
sillouettes under streetlights flashing their stillettos.
ooh grinning with hatred evil minds in action,
looking for the kill in the heart of the ghettos.
Misery loves company and so death draws nigh,
they've got the money rollin' just living for the high.
needle freaks shooting up sweatin' from the jones,
empty minded wandering and aching in the bones.
Fools thinkin' they own the town rebels with no cause,
thinking to themselves that Crime really Pays.
Crime Pays(If You Like Jail) Crime Really Pays
Crime Pays(If You Like Jail) Crime Really Pays
and now you've got time to kill.
Jokers of society burglars in the night,
Grand theft auto it's an endless criminal plight.
flying high on the crack a gutter for a mind,
always searching for something yet nothing do they find.
Get ready for the judge your name is on his list,
because your sense of justice it was a bloody fist.
whos' face was it and did it make you feel good?
well now you've got a reputation as a nickel and dime hood.
distorted sense of fairplay hey whatcha gonna do?
how nice it must be to think that crime pays
Crime Pays(If You Like Jail) Crime Really Pays
Crime Pays(If You Like Jail) Crime Really Pays
and now you've got time to kill.
written by Donald James Kirby Von Koehler 10-17-1988

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