Gang Fight by Countless Thousands

Night breathes on the back of the neck of this town
anybody with the sense or the means has gotten out.
Whatever you had wanted to do, forget it now, just get home.

The garbage floating like a tumbleweed,
a city in silence. Deadbolts, heads down,
stay inside tonight.

And the streets breed shadows like maggots on cheese,
the flash of a knife and the glint of dry teeth.
muted laughter drowning in the shadows of the buildings, here they come.
one by one .

the stars and streetlights bathe pooling armies,
seething in stillness, a tense murder of crows,
a whispered prayer to victory or glory.
a noise breaks the air and as one they scream:
"Let the war begin!"

It's a Gang Fight

There's Mickey Moon-Eyes with his dirty knuckle dusters
and there's Jack Catton with a Louisville Slugger
and Furio Pallazzo talking trash about their mothers in Italian
And the High Roller Crew trounce the Poison Gorillas
and the Hoodies hold their own against the Abandonato Mafia
The Champs break the rules, pull a gun and get slaughtered
by all of them

"...Bring a Blunt Object to Bristol Street."

Luis Calderon swings a pipe at John O'Flannery
and Brick's kicking ass with a nylon full of batteries
Tsu Ching sharpened his fist into a masterpiece of violence.
the din and the chaos going to make the morning papers, cause
delivering on promises to make the streets safer
Police Chief Higgins eating popcorn with the Mayor
and there smiling -

"Bring a Blunt Object to Bristol Street"

• 'Enthusiastic Rock Music'
• Americana
• Indie Rock
• Rock
• Theater Punk
• Glendale