The cops are on their way,
Sirens blaring,
The helicopters are hovering,
And the dogs are starting to bark.
I guess there's a guy with a gun
Running around,
In and out
Of back yards and bushes.
The scent of skunk
Fills the air
And I know I should
Go inside
And lock the doors
Rather than run the risk
Of getting shot,
But it's a beautiful night,
The sky is deep purple,
And the air is cool,
And it was so hot earlier,
And I feel strangely safe out here,
And I've seen it all before,
And all I can think is,
Oh, there's more drama down the street tonight.
(Los Angeles, May 2008)
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