5612ft+Dally's+Death

Death Trap

While running from the fuzz, I lost all I ever was.

I robbed a store, because I couldn't take any more.

I couldn't handle Johnny's death, not one more breath.

After running my gang thought I wasn't cunning

Under a street light was where I stopped, threatening the fuzz, before I got shot.

I ran into my own death trap, and I will take a never-ending nap.