Squealers Blues

In an ever decreasing rotation,
Of the fragments of unborrowed time,
Sits the circle in quiet dedication,
To perfection in plotting the crime.

It was planned out along the I-30,
An untraceable pipeline of green,
It all came into Arkansas dirty,
But it went out of Tennessee clean.

Arrangements contrived with precision,
Contingencies quadruple checked,
But there's always a pathway to prison,
Paved with something nobody expects.

Hey, hey, hey there buddy, can you spare me a little time?
Let me tell you a story, of how I foiled the perfect crime

It seems perfect when you begin it,
But reality quickly reveals,
It can all fall apart in one minute,
When some miserable SOB squeals.

Now my friends all live up at the State Pen,
On a diet of the sourest grapes,
And they're hoping to stage a reunion,
If they pull off the perfect escape.

But I'll be avoiding detection,
Making sure I stay well out of reach,
Safely wrapped up in witness protection,
In a little house down at the beach.

Hey, hey, hey there buddy, can you spare me a little time?
Let me tell you a story, of how I foiled the perfect crime.

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