Frank J. Sobolewski - Hey mister, can you k** me? lyrics

hey mister if you see a man tortured by al quida spies what does that man need? a bottle of whiskey relieve his misery and let him be then, a product of stupidity it was a bottle of jack walking by from mister black ten bux flat that sh*t been jacked with the security attached and we would be licking jack from the concrete cracks treading on broken gla** bliss and a bloody mess hey mister he say to me can you k** me? as payee won't give me enough money or i would be dead and gone needed to give him a bong i frowned he shook so i took rolled a fat one from the pack offered a match sir, you would be my angel if you got a big fat shot that will make my heart stop as i am suffering here i needed to find him a beer and he faded into the night his spirit will not die