Panic

(Verse 1)

Time stood still like the gas clerk, gun to his eyebrows
It happens every other month he knows he won't die now
He lets a sigh out, bored with the exchange
Grabs a bag, puts the change and the ones and the fives down
The gunman is pale, frail but a man in size
Clerk starts to analyze and sees he's not a man inside
A jittery demeanor; small waist, hands, and thighs
Lost puppy look shows you who he's been abandoned by
Oily and grimy, city morgue life lighting
Steady flicker, hypnotizing, fluorescents, and neon writing
He's biting his cheek and trying to hide his weakness
All the while worried that a sheriff might peek in
He grips the pistol tight, butterfly tummy
Normally another shy, bummy, cluttered-mind dummy
Tonight he's in control, chest swole from the rush
As a woman pulls up and takes her toes from the clutch (toes from the clutch)
Slams the door and heads towards the entrance
Frozen by her senses from the moment that she heads in
Tension in the air and seek to put up her defenses
Gunner turns, panic spools out and places death's vengeance
The bullet hit her face
Her face hit the window
Her last earthly vision was her rusty green Pinto
A silent puddle formed, serene as she slept
The clerk and gunner met eyes, fell to their knees then they wept like

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(Verse 2)

The door slammed shut
It's the last time he'll ever leave his bedroom
The last time his dad'll use his back to break a red broom
The last time he'll ever feel a fist or belt buckle
Daddy calls it tough love as he rubs on his swelled knuckles
He needs to leave and make it to his aunt Jeanine's
Cause fuck his mom she found another man to plant a family tree
He's always kinda felt like "why did she abandon me
And leave me stranded with this sadistic angry entangled fiend"
It's just a thirteen hour drive but with his bad luck
He'll get pinned for grand theft if he steals his dad's truck
And pops'll press the charges just to leave him ass up
And save a little money cause its pricey at the gas pump
He grabs a gun and dad's truck - he'll just ditch it
Cause he needs some quick scratch to afford a bus ticket
He plans a robbery with windows down and his skin cold
And charges past a lady in a rusty green Pinto

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(Verse 3)

The clock struck midnight, a man and wife mid fight
Arguing about their bills and how to raise their kid right
He's working on his masters, he's an artist
Works his hardest with 2 dead end jobs that pay for their apartment
She teaches second grade, they're less than paid all stress and strain
Their little boys a pest and pain with an impressive brain
Highschool sweethearts, relationship's a test today
Rocky road in front of them, their future's just a guess away
They're at his gas station, secondary place of work
She says he needs to concentrate, quit being a complacent jerk
He feels degraded, he tells with her a hateful smirk
She needs to check her attitude, the fact she's so abrasive hurts
She storms out with her crocodile bawling cries
He knows she'll be back in 10 minutes to apologize
Her tears dry as she feels the cold wind blow
And opens up the door to her rusty green Pinto

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