webs of passion
never go out of fashion
webs of betrayal
never grow stale
webs of fear
will always be here
and a web of suspense
never relents
a deadly dame
always wins the game
and a chump who is spurned
never learns
a guy named bob
has to take on one last job
as a boss named mister cass
pours some whiskey in his glass
and his flunky, albany red
laughs at whatever he said
bob is in for it now
he had no chance anyhow
his dreams of being a regular guy
are headed for the sweet bye and bye
he heads back to his lonely room
under a cloud of doom
hardly knowing what to think
he stops in for a drink
he knows it's getting late
he better keep his head on straight
he will have just one
and when it is done
why not two?
what's a guy supposed to do
when it's too late
and he's being swallowed by fate
he is down to his last dime
and it's closing time
just as well
because he has to answer the bell
tomorrow morning at nine
rise and shine
meet two guys named slim and pete
down on desolation street
they have what he will need
to do the deed
suddenly everything's a blur
and he thinks - of her
the cause of all his woe and pain
will he ever see her again?
just make it out the door
don't think about her any more
too bad, bob, too bad
the only chance you ever had
go home and get some sleep
you are in too deep
nothing left but to take a stand
and play the hand
Superb.
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