police arrive -- muddy up the
floor
dig out half the plaster --
it's a .38 for sure
kick the neighbour's door
in, saying better tell it all
who put that bullet hole in
peggy's kitchen wall?
blaster on the back porch shaking
up the lane
they're drinking gin and joking
-- laughter falling down like rain
everybody wears a halo --
never saw nothing at all
so who put that bullet hole
in peggy's kitchen wall
(TORONTO JULY 83)
Marco Giunco |
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