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think it was a Sunday, in January,
I could be wrong and I it isn't necessary,
But I remember the ground was made of snow,
And if you went you better take your coat.
I must have 19 years old I had a cashier job at a convenience store,
Workin' the counter minimum dough,
Sellin' discount smokes to the folk.
I didn't pay much to his ski mask,
Its Minnesota man your face'll fast,
But I bet that I looked sorta dumb when I first caught sight of his orange gun.
I am adrenalin high and trying to decide how I feel about his right hand,
Is a-god damn-wait a minute, it is a flare gun,
And guess where he's it?
You probably here to win the lottery,
So you obviously gotta be me.
He his head so I opened up the till,
the paper bag for the money 'cause I know the drill.
I handed him the cash and the stamps,
And he just stood lookin' all confused and I'm thinkin',
Yo why the ain't he movin'?
Come on white boy don't do somethin' stupid.
That bag is worth two thirty,
Not enough for you to pull the trigger back and me,
By now you be down the street,
Ain't you ever see the way they do shit on TV?
it was fun but it's done,
Now get out.
(Um, do you want me to get on the and start countin'?)
Before the ski mast even started I was already on that,
(One one thousand, Two one thousand)
The front door I heard him leave so I called my boss and the Richfield police,
Gotta close the shop and lock the doors because trailer trash just robbed the store.
(Eh, I don't know, maybe 5'10? [What was he wearing?] Skinny, flannel shirt, ski mask, [how much money?] two hundred thirty, maybe two fifty? [he threatened you with a flare gun?] a flare gun [a flare gun?] yeah like a fuckin' flare gun. a ball of fire comes out. [Police laughes] What would you do if i pointed a flare gun at you?)
acted so suspicious,
I guess the flare gun story fictitious,
Are you accusing me of petty
you see my left over adrenalin?
Bosses and can't be my friend.
Never loyalty to either again.
And to it real,
The irony set,
Until a year later when I got fired for cigarettes.
(Gotta light?)