As Louie kept a lookout I crept in

the rat was snoring, tucked into his bed

I walked across and shot him in the head

then opened up the fifth of store-bought gin

and poured it on the bedclothes and his skin.

No need to check to see if he was dead

I watched the pillow slowly stain to red

and walked outside to Louie with a grin.

"Depressed Police Chief Suicides" the call

I bought a paper, quickly scanned the news

it seemed I'd done a really thorough job

no hint of murder in the air at all.

We'll beat you every time, we never lose

so don't you try and fink out on the mob.

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