| We old dudes with long fables, rockin' Clark Gables |
| Elbow room at roulette table |
| Watching my re-up spin, re-up the juice and gin |
| Treed up with the gut full of acetaminophen |
| Corona with the lime twisted in |
| Calls home on payphones, and they missing him |
| Lost time like a casino, but the hood welcome me back |
| Vinnie Barbarino, a real American hero (love it or leave it) |
| Shot him the bird, kept the secrets |
| Those who know, never speak it |
| Crack the bottle, leak it |
| Tune in, drop out, new millennium peaceniks |
| It ain’t the Summer of Love, it’s a number, lick the drugs |
| 22 ounces of salvation, Newports in the basement |
| Angel dust in the stairwells, weed ragged, eyes vacant |
| Hearts racing off the comeback he pitched |
| All they could say was, «The kid’s on a mission» |
| Bomb in the trunk, foot taped to the gas |
| Key snapped off in the ignition |