66th Street
    (专辑: Sad Clown Bad Winter #11 - 2007)
    
    Hi, can I 
help you?   [Verse 1]  I 
think it was a 
Sunday, sometime in January  I 
could be wrong and I 
guess it isn't necessary  But I 
remember that the 
ground was made of snow  And if you went outside, you better take your coat  I 
must have been nineteen years old  I 
had a 
cashier job at a 
convenience store  Working the 
counter making minimum doe  Selling discount smokes to the 
neighbourhood folk  I 
didn't pay much thought to his ski mask  It's Minnesota man, your face will freeze fast  But I 
bet that I 
looked sorta dumb  When I 
first caught sight of his bright orange gun  There I 
am, adrenaline high and  Tryin to decide how I 
feel about his right hand  Is that a 
goddamn? Wait a 
minute  It is a 
flare gun and guess where he's aiming it  You probably ain't here to win the 
lottery  So you obviously gotta be robbin me  He nodded his head so opened up the 
till  And grabbed a 
paper bag for the 
money cause I 
know the 
drill  I 
handed him the 
cash and the 
food stamps  He just stood there looking all confused and  I'm thinking "Yo, why the 
fuck ain't he movin?"  C'mon crazy white boy, don't do somethin stupid  That bag is worth maybe two-thirty  Not enough for you to pull the 
trigger back and burn me  By now you should be down the 
street  Ain't you never seen the 
way they do this shit on TV?  Yeah it was fun but it's done, now get out  "Ah, do you want me lay down on the 
ground and start countin crops?"  Before the 
ski way even started noddin  I 
was already on that, one one-thousand, two one-thousand  The 
front door beeped, I 
heard him leave  So I 
called my boss and the 
Richfield police  Gotta close the 
shop and lock the 
doors  Cause some trailer trash just robbed the 
store   [Phone call between Slug and police officers]   [Verse 2]  Everybody acted so suspicious  I 
guess the 
flare gun story seemed fictitious  Are you accusing me of petty embezzlement?  Don't you see my left over adrenaline?  Bosses and cops can't be my friend  Never felt loyalty to either again  And to keep it real, the 
irony didn't set  Until a 
year later when I 
got fired for stealing cigarettes