"Soul City, that's where we're headed; dancing and singing 'til dawn. Soul City, that's where we're going; and we won't be back 'til the money's all gone."
- The Partland Brothers, 1986
lyrics
I’m known Uptown, Downtown, Fortside, Donside
Etobicoke, Scar’bro, North York city, c’mon
I’m a dead-eyed, gun-slinging killer with a hot hand
Well that’s the word on the street, but I’m really just a conman...
Conning who?
Spreading lies on the ave was the form of my defense
Gooch Ave, Blong Ave, Six Points, Plug Hat Road
Till I was caught by a chief hold-up in the north end
On a Grassway or Vineway, Flaming Roseway
I forget...
He said “I’m glad we got to meet ‘cause I got a proposition
A blood-soaked, no joke, point blank payday.”
It seems my bad reputation put me in a worse position
He said “I need three bodies and I don’t mean maybe…
You dig?”
They say the code of the con is to know just enough about everything
So you can lie about anything
But I wouldn’t know murder if it crept up slowly
Put a hand on my mouth and stuck a knife right through me
I had to put the breaks on before the plot got thicker
I said “You got it wrong man, you see I ain’t no killer”
But he kept on driving with a cold lack of interest
He said “Of course you’re not son, now let’s get down to business.”
Then he pushed a figure on me that was six whole digits
And I almost lost my breath ‘cause now I’m chin-deep in it
For that kind of bread…
Who am I to say who I am?
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