We got along like gangbusters
in a house on fire
with nothing to do.
Since all the gangs had been outlawed
and all the fire-fighters too
Our once-crack team faced hails of lead
and rains of liquor, faced them down
like gents and dames with cracks of quip
it won't be long 'til people ask
"Where are they now?"
Well, here we are.
Just you and me, babe. Blowing smoke
Say, what d'you say we paint the town?
And I know just the shade: a brighter glow
of red, like burning
hope.
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