A clear cut Milhouse detective
Worn jeans, tainted shirt
Remnants of countless walls painted
While painstakingly waiting for
A stakeout
To resolve itself into terror via gunshots
He says he never took a cut
But the judge has already made his mind
"Leave your girl on the table"
"Leave your pride on a foreign border"
Here's a pumped up ride, flog it down
A four lane highway
Fifteen years after the people stopped
Worshipping the Highly Infected Calf
You get to get your cut
And I can see you probing and strolling
Opening up like a conceited social butterfly
I guess I owe you a smile
And so does your firmly former Agency
Paid from the bottom up with tokens
Stolen from the death coffin of a random
Mafioso
Here is a bottle of water
Adieu!
We all get to die
We all get to forget
The meaning of the word "regret"