The Third Wheel

The blight night

Lit up by a blood moon

Shadows the mind

Two ready to take a ride by

The third wheel

Anointed by the oils of creation

And the silent chambers

House the members

Ready to bleed detonation

The hood asked

Marty— Are you chicken

Welcome to your future

It's time you

Take your night ride

Brother blood runs deep

Your bleeding heart

And no dirty purity

Can handle

The Third Wheel

The joy of dis-creation

Wreaks havoc

Adrenals rage high

As three Moirai sisters weigh your future

Two innocents to shake down

They be going pavement hard tonight

Devils ready another hand basket

Betting on The Third Wheel

Beside tonight's driver

Rides a world of hurt

That leaves only room

For The Third Wheel

Of 9mm Nina Ross

To ride along this drive by

The Nine of Damocles hangs in the balance

Marty thinks of a time

Where the boys ask

Where is the chicken

Who crossed the road

Today — Marty lives in a future

Where The Hood

Is The Third Wheel

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