Title: Morning Final
Album: Agents Of Fortune
Artist: Blue Oyster Cult
Composer(s): A Bouchard
Lyric:
He cast a grim shadow
Through the busy street
Said, he was a junkie
And he punctuated his walk with a gun
Motiveless murder
The papers scream
The cops all said
The crowd was iced by the sight
Oh baby, don't it make you feel so bad
Dark clouds are over the street
After what I read, I can hardly feel my heart
My heart beat
Oh baby, don't it make you feel so bad
Dark clouds are over the street
After what I read, I can hardly feel my heart
My heart beat
Down the subway stairs
After him they leapt
An echo snap and scream of fire
The hot pursuit was done
For the last time, he felt the light
And gave up his last fight
Oh baby, don't it make you feel so bad
Dark clouds are over the street
After what I read, I can hardly feel my heart
My heart beat
[Incomprehensible]
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