I'd like to introduce myself, I'm Nicholas Foster I'm not the best looking guy you'll find But I enjoy Camel Reds and a good piece of Bocelli And when I've had a few too many, I do things I regret So I walked over to the bar to meet my friend
Yup, that's Mikey, pint in hand, looking for any mischief he can find
And I knew I shouldn't, but temptation got the best of me Why do I do all these things to hurt you?
It's a lie, nonsense, he's full of shit Mother fucker would be lucky if he could find his dick I was gonna let it slide, turn the other cheek But I overheard the bastard as he started to speak
She was Foster's once, but now she's mine And that poor old fuck, he doesn't even have a clue> I'm going to kill him Followed the fuck, as he went to take a piss Crept into the alley, fingers turned to fists Stayed silent, put my hands around his neck Looked into his face and sunk the glass into his breast A surge of blood, a moment passed, I couldn't think, I couldn't move With every second waiting there was something they could prove Smiled, felt relief as his breath became shy His body lay limp, I had taken his life No, no, no
So I woke up like it was any other Sunday Had a cup of black coffee, read the paper, and had one of my favorite fags Felt right as rain until the phone rang Hello
Who's this?
Oh, Officer Sloan
I was, uh
No I wasn't there actually..
Um, Ray Wells Ray Wells, doesn't ring any bells The 31st, I was out of town, yeah, that's right On business in fact, ya see I was with my bird, we're in love