On September 14TH, I posted a two-part blog bit, the first installment titled WHO ARE THE “GOOD GUYS”? (Or, THERE ARE NO “WHITE” HATS WHERE YOU FIND OIL) – PART 1 OF 2.
|"SHE'S SO HEAVY"|
|LOOKING FOR A FEW GOOD MEN TO PROTECT THE RACKET|
Don't you ever want to quit?
Yeah, it's been a long time
And you still don't fit
Dog tags on the mirror
Hangin' down from a chain
Give up little sister
This ain't gonna change
Yeah, and that little girl you used to know
Just don't come around no more
Now she ain't there to watch the door
She don't wanna die in no liquor store
I hope they all made money, I hope they all get rich
Yeah, I hope they give hell to every son-of-a-bitch
That put a man on the carpet or stuck him out on the line
Whatever let him get a taste of the criminal life
~ Tom Petty
‘The Criminal Kind’
from the album ‘Hard Promises’ (1981)
In an effort to improve my bad, bad timin’, I am posting a link to my too-quickly buried two-part blog bit ‘bout (Bush ‘n’ ‘Bama’s) bullshit. Read it... or miss it for the second time.