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Liza was a lesbian who lived in the Bronx she used to make me dinner when the winters were long Liza packed a pistol in the chain of saint john, along lincoln continental took her both near and far we used to count stars while mary tended bar liza's long-term lover mary buried her last broad stuck her twice quick with an ice pick workin on the night shift then took flight in light so bright it hurt her eyes so she cursed the skies grippin her purse tight burstin through the night, with her hands washed clean of the murder scene she moved to new york city, hung with hookers and fienes then one night she met liza in the bar that she worked servin appetizers in a button-down shirt they got along together like high heels and short skirts so mary packed her bags and she became liza's bird and i saw less and less of liza and the last that i heard of her mary murdered her roll the dice, every soul's got a price for a fiene royalty do things you won't believe and kids in poverty pull tricks and robberies so do what you gotta do to get off the streets jesse moved to hollywood to take his great chance with a dream in his heart and a blade in his pants jesse waited tables in a fancy place on robinson one day the boss's daughter strutted in and spotted him she said, 'hey little cutie you're a beauty follow me' and took him to all the best parties in the city introducted to the new producers on the scene, he did all he could to get his face on the screen jesse learned not to slouch with his ass on the casting couch and took it like a champ when they passed him around. he read script after script and sucked a whole lotta dick but the only films that jesse ever made were jack-off flicks so one night he took the blade that he got from his pops dragged across his throat and left a note in the mailbox roll the dice every soul's got a price for a fee royalty do things you won't believe, and kids in poverty pull tricks and robberies so do what you gotta do to get off the streets roll the dice every soul's got a price for a fee royalty do things you won't believe, and kids in poverty pull tricks and robberies so do what you gotta do to get somethin to eat heidi wore a nightie when she worked on the ave, in shiny black stillettos and a red leather bag heidi took the dough up front then went south, she would pick your pocket with your dick in her mouth. after she left a trick broke, she'd hit him up for a smoke then count her loot and go shoot some coke, she was cute as a button sweeter than a muffin but heidi'd slit your throat if you didn't pay her for her lovin me and heidi first met on vine and sunset, she was pourin sweat out the corvet she looked at me and cringed, said 'hey you over there, if you've got a syringe follow me and i'll share' we went back to my room and used my harpoon noddin off on the couch, watchin cartoons and when the sun went down she said 'i'll see you around' the last i heard of heidi she had moved uptown keepin the place tidy for some high-payin fool one night she thought she was a fish and drowned in the pool. roll the dice every soul's got a price for a fee royalty do things you won't believe and kids in poverty pull tricks and robberies, so do what you gotta do to get somethin to eat roll the dice every soul's got a price for a fee royalty do things you won't believe and kids in poverty pull tricks and robberies, so do what you gotta do to get somethin to eat |