As a farmhand I had No aversion to killing But to murder a man in cold blood Was something entirely different One dawn, one spring One man came to me Out of a tire screech Of a black MG Dark clad, upright, emaciated, lips curved He said, "My friend, would you like to make some cash tonight?" "Some people really are awful," he said "This you can't deny "Some people are as useless as lids on a fish's eyes" No pistols, no blades Strangulation was how it had to be He could depend on the strength of a man of manual labor The perfect idiot for his need Persuasion-wise, he had a real gift Temptation had me by the balls He sold me a dream, and I fell in For no reason except I'm a fool To sign away eternity with one stroke A blind greedy hoax, the joke of all jokes I'll tell you for free It wasn't like a pig's squeal Job done and no word from anyone I scoured the pool halls, the strip bars, and casinos No man was skinny enough to vaguely resemble my friend who said Who said, "We'll meet at The Queen at eight Ten grand in your pocket, don't be late" No sign of the black clad gang man Front page news, "Random killing No gang affiliation, no mob justice Murder" To see the bruised neck I wrecked Immortalised in print A circle opened from the black and white picture And my search for that face was complete He climbed out the page and shed his skin Revealing the red king This was no mafioso, this was Satan himself True evil, the stench of an unknowable wealth "You're coming with me son," the cries, anguish, torment The shame, pain, heartache, suffering Futile regret