A puff of smoke,                                                                                                                           

a disappointed hiss,

We must deal with him now,

No more broken deals,

Money is his dream, money is his life,

Time to deprive him,

We must stay out of the light,

less we be burned,

Hire some boys, give them a cut,

Keep them in the dark but guide them on their way,

Give them what they need,

to make our friend plead,

And that will be the end of that,

70

80

70

80

75

Deal

Give us sum cars for the escape,

Done

 A full moon dawned,

A silvery orb, cracked and crushed,

With no past and no future,

A nomad among the stars,

Its innocent light guiding the way,

for men with malevolent minds,

and nefarious deeds to be done,

Two men approached their target,

Their conscience bound and gagged in the back of their minds,

 A man and a woman looked through the window of crystal glass,

and stared dreamily at the exotic and exquisite but expensive array of possible purchases,

Approaching silently, stealthily,

Till you could smell the perfume and aftershave,

mingled with the scent of luxurious alcohol,

Dinner, Drinks and Death,

An evening to remember,

Four gloved hands jolted forward,

The crystal window was no more.