Surely You'll Bleed
Though you might call this New-Age
You won't call it Disco,
It sure isn't the Funky Chicken
Or what they do in 'Frisco,
It's like the Dance of the Wolves
At Woodward and Third,
Where the neighborhood gangs
Are flipping the bird.
It's a choreographed performance
On the boulevard at night,
With souped-up Chevy's
And Camaro's, so tight,
GTO's and Caddies
A Lincoln or two,
Pontiac Bonneville's
And Firebird's on view
It's danger and hubris
All rolled into one,
City leaders call it violence
But we call it fun,
Where the gangs flex their muscle
And their chicks, flex whatever,
It's the infinity of youth
That goes on forever.
Forever, is short
If you're living the life,
Forget about girlfriends
Because the gang is your wife,
And like a cold-hearted mistress
Unforgiving, is her creed,
If you betray her one time
Why, surely you'll bleed.
6/2/08
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