The High Life

Jump in the sleeper
Head out to the diner
Pastrami or corned beef
With the City's best knish
A half clogged big heart
A concealed gun, a blade
a baseball bat, speed
and a death wish

Glossy lips, a mini, high heels
Another shot, another dance
Another night of thrills
Some coke and a few pills
Slows it down with a joint
A pack of smokes and
A quick rinse, a piece of gum
To get rid of the taste
of money, dick and cum

It's a long night
Shifting gears
Revving the Hemi
From the piers
To the corner deli
This is crazy, this is sick
It's just another trick
No remorse, no looking back
A few hundreds in cash and
a much needed six-pack
It's good shit
The high life
Before the morning shift