Matt Olsson
Little Bird (East Berlin)
We met in a gun fight, In East Berlin, stealing nuclear secrets from the Soviets. And we were hunting, former SS officers carrying briefcases full of coordinates. And we were on our own, she a refugee who narrowly escaped the gates of Auschwitz. And I a West Point grad, who like my father fought a world war, but I made it alive.
From Letras Mania