Pinkerton

Pinkerton security guard arrives at a warehouse lot
Dark clouds fill up the sky
He holds a six month chip in his pocket praying, hoping it
Will give him relief

Pinkerton security guard sits in an issues Pinto, it's night-time and
Rain blurs all visibility
HE closes his eyes, plays with his handcuffs
But his thoughts are wrong

He lives in a basement, on a stained mattress
Paychecks garnished for years
Soup cans and coke bottle lay next to the TV
With everything on pallets
Because the basement always leaks

Pinkerton security guard rings up a thirty dollar bill
He gives the clerk five and walks out with no understanding or care
With a box cutter in his hand he stares at the woman in the
Parking lot
With a box cutter and a bashed-in mind