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Překlad: Policie. Muž v kufru.
it holds my suitcase It looks home to me alright But it's a hundred miles from yesterday night Must I be the man in a suitcase Is it me, the man with
a hundred miles from yesterday night Must I be the man in a suitcase Is it me, the man with the stranger's face Must I be the man in a suitcase Is it
I dropped my anchor in the dead of night Unpacked my suitcase and threw it away I fell asleep in the funeral fire I gave my clothes to the police man
ass in a rented van to Venice Beach In a cardboard box Beatin' down your knees with a bag of Master locks Police can't hear you with a dead body tied
drink So guitar man you done picked the wrong damn place to stay I'm a feeble old man You're a young smart-ass And there's a law-man on his way
he's got a lovely wife But still it hurts to be a wanted man But he said nobody knows about it but my friends and kin And I know a none of them would
deal Had a me set a mouth for the kill Startin' lettin' off shots now just a few here Sounded like firecrackers durin' Chinese new years Bolo's big as a
pull it So he's drinkin 40's pullin ? ? ? ? wishes Open fire on snitches killin all the death wishes Get the picture, I never shot a man when he was runnin
rub Even my mother's walkin around packin a .357 snub And many cops dropped dead I seen a man pull out a pistol and blow off an undercover's head Cause
and the lake wind hit him like a knife Cab stop just ahead under a streetlight Boy got out with a suitcase Thin kid in prep school clothes Familiar
