nat fly was a wild guy, got smashed in every corner of every dive
but the pusher paid him to take a fall
poured shots for peace and he drank them all
now he’s just another fly on the wall
and thekiller some said walks the streets dressed in red
to blend in with that light we all know
it’s seated at the top and most times makes men stop
but it takes a special kind of man to go
one who can’t resist the killer in the mist
jennie pearl was a fine girl with the rarest milky shimmer in the world
but the cop man walkin’ the crooked beat wrapped up her life on the yellow sheet scattered her remains on the street
and the killer some knew had to be the boys in blue
to blend in with that song poor men sing
they aim their David’s snare at Goliath in the air
but this time Goliath doesn’t feel a thing
don’t know how they missed their killer in the midst
fat dan is a quiet man, helps out with cookin dinner when he can
but the boss man sold his job away to skinny steve who works for a lot less pay dan’s cookin up a gumbo today
and the killer most have seen has to be the almighty green
casting shadows over all of man’s domain
clouds of worry and of doubt hover over lands of drought
teasing peasants with the promise of rain
or merely mist cos the killer’s in our midst