Songtexte: The Outline. Broadway & Hurst.

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


(Thanks to ReaPer for these lyrics)