Clutch (band) - Black Umbrella lyrics

Money Mike, Pistol Pete Both went running down the street Police and snitches, lover's lane Hot summer. Hot rain Hit the bricks The girl got her tricks She's the Mississippi terror And there's none the fairer O.T.B. was jammed Paper changing hands Nothing left but smoke and cellar And a Woman with a black umbrella Little Lewis lost his sh** 10 to 1, couldn't collect Fish Head Phil, Itchy Ike… Say they never got home that night Shake the breaker That girl ain't no money maker She's come to cook all the books And flaunt her good looks O.T.B. was jammed Paper changing hands Nothing left but smoke and cellar And a Woman with a black umbrella