There are only ten of us
and there are ten million
fighting somewhere of you,
so get your onions up
and we will throw up the truce flag.
Yes, I will lie quiet.
Can't do another thing.
I am all through.
I don’t want to holler.
Police, mamma, Helen,
turn you back to me, please.
I will settle the indictment.
Come on, open the soap buckets.
Talk to the sword.
The chimney sweeps.
I forgot I am plaintiff
and not defendant.
I take all events into consideration.
The glove will fit what I say.
In the olden days they waited
and they waited. The sidewalk
was in trouble, and the bears
were in trouble, and I broke it up.
That is something that shouldn't be
spoken about. But I am dying.
It is no use to stage a riot.
No business; no hangout;
no friends; nothing.
No. No. And it is no.
It is confused and it says no.
I am half crazy. They won't let me get up.
They dyed my shoes. Open those shoes.
Give me something. Give me some water.
Open this up and break it so I can touch you.
Did you hear me? I would hear it,
the Circuit Court would hear it,
and the Supreme Court might hear it.
I am sore and I am going up
and I am going to give you honey if I can.
Remix of the last words of American mobster Dutch Shultz, 1903-1935.