-Rick Bartok
The old chevy broke down in this backroads placesweat pourin down off of billies face.
The smoke pouring down from the engine block
billy grabs his bags and starts to walka diner up ahead open any old time
billy grabs his money and moves down the line.
The boy outta prison walks in from the heatthe cold air hitting his chest
He sits down and leans back in the booth,enjoyin the soothin rest.
The waitress comes over and says what will it be with a smile and a wink in her eye
why beth baby girl you know what I need
His hand reachin gainst her thigh.she sits down and she hold him tighttears up in her eyeshe got her man, he got her the cash and it was worth the crime.
If it was worth the crime, do it any time, got your mind on the cash, women and wineIf the rich men can rob us, well so can IGonna rob them folks of every dime
Well billy grabbed his girl and they looked outsidethe croakin of the locust filled the air
and the red sun against the sky
Two damn lovers without any careas they look up at the red dessert sky and stare
Well he did the time did his time for some misbegotten crime
and thats all back in the pastall he got right now, is his cash and his girl and he aims to make it last.
Another version being worked on.
Johny stuck walking down the highway with a military ruck over his shoulder and a pistol in his hip pocket. The skinhead scum making trouble down at the cafe' in the heat of the beginnin night. Their hands too close to johnny's girl beth, making comments and makin threats. Their fingers grabbin her slender wrists.
The young blonde girl throws the soup in the head boys face, his swastika dripping with hot onion soup, red hot anger on his face. Grabbing her by the hair he slaps his knuckles across her lips and pulls out a knife. The old man and woman behind the counter look at the man.
His gang laughing breaking dishes as they throw the girl down on the table holding the knife to her neck. The old mans hands wrap around the double barrel shotgun waitin for his chance, the knife to close to her pretty little neck, sweat rolling down her forehead as the greasy bastard slides on top of her unbuttonin her outfit slowly.
Flaring lights hit the diner blinding the men inside, they windows glowing as the skinhead punk climbs off her, dragging her to the floor by her hair, the other hand holding the knife over his eyes.
The door flies open as Raymos walks through, tall as a redwood and wide as houses. His hands grip the pump action from his truck as he blows a hole through the little fuck next to the skinhead, his limp body flying back, a hole in his face spraying brain and blood over the window. Johnny calmly walks in and levels his colt at the mans head. The man backs up as Raymos chambers another round.
His friend reaches for the pistol tucked in his back pocket tryin to ease it out. Johnny turns as the man yanks out the pistol as another shotgun blast rings through the air, this time blowing out the young mans eardrums causing him to drop the knife as he watches his friends body behind him get shredded along with the old pinball machine, chips shattering off the high score marker along with part of the boys throat.
Clutching his torn flesh his body goes pale, blood dripping down from his neck, one eye shattered rom the bullet spray as he coughs up blood and collapses dead, the pinballs rolling down beside him from the table and continue on. Grabbing the skin head by the back of the jacked Beth and Billy walk outside, the diner workers looking on, Raymos standing holding the pump in one hand offering it to Billy.
He pushes it away and pulls the hammer back on the colt, the round pushing up into the chamber ready to fire as he puts it in the young mans mouth. Tears streaming down across his face, his chest mopped with sweat over his die nigger die tattoo and swastika as Billy pushes the weapon down the mans mouth metal scarping over teeth.
Beth looks coldly at the would be rapist covering her bare skin as best she can with her torn unbuttoned shirt. The nazi fuck begging for his life, pleading, demanding. The bullet fires out of th barrel through the mans back teeth carrying them into the ground behind him, the bullet ripping out the back of the mans head and throat as he collapses twitching on the ground.
Billy lean back and puts ont more through the top of the mans head leaving the brain matter to sink into the earth. Grabbing Beth he smiles and walks her back inside and sits down as Raymos and Ol' Jake begin to drag the bodies to the back storage freezer. Looking down at the booth where the men sat just a minute ago, Beth grabs the bag sitting under the table and opens it up. Billy and Beth look inside and begin to count.
Another version of the storyline of one song after some debate in the forums.
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