As the Kid Goes For Broke

Blank man
Reading my rights
Coming with the goons in the dead of night
Gloved hand
Holds a royal decree
Got the name crossed out, but he’s looking at me
Keeps his eyes out of the light
Keeps his smile tight
Face low, so the neighbor don’t see
Fake like there’s a little hope
Treat it like a bitter joke

As the kid goes for broke

Jumping out the back of a truck
Aiming for the ditch, now you’re rolling in the muck
And you’re running for the tree line
Miles behind
You hear the dogs and the guns and the sirens
Keening and the wailing of The Law
If you want to die, all you got to do it fall, and
Now you’re in the river but you can’t swim
And you can’t choke

As the kid goes for broke

(Time-stretched sample: “We read our own minds”)