Marco Driver Biography

Charge, you damn thing
Come on, or I’ll use my sling
Pretty please
I’m getting on my knees
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Useless lips that can whistle no more
Through gritted teeth I lay on the floor
One bullet in the stomach
Didn’t even know the dude
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He was a man with big ears
They were huge
And he sat
In his chair
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On a rainy night
A man walks across the street
Towards misty faces
He can see
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1975, a year full of surprise
I was born,
The start of my charted demise
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