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Paul Stine sits dead in his cab His head is blown away and a flap of his bloody flannels missin' Will they find it? I don't think so. 'cause its been sent to the press And you know how they are Into the foliage of the presidio Our lead suspect has escaped Melvin Belli, watch the telly In the talk show circuit you won't find your man Peek through the pines see what you find I think you'll see that what you don't know sure can hurt you Inspector Toschi is a wreck He would have given up long ago but a fleck of dignity and justice won't be put on back burner So he's workin' over time and chasin' down dead ends A Karmann Ghia door is booked into evidence Black felt-tip sharpie legacy Melvin Belli, on the telly On the talk show circuit you won't find your man Peek through the pines see what you find I think you'll see that what you don't know sure can hurt you The girls feet pointed toward the west the brand of Ammo Super X They paid with lives they barely got to lead Letras de cancionesAnd now they're gone So as you sit there all alone We sit here waiting for your words And your light table's burned out Melvin Belli, on the telly On the Star Trek circuit you won't find your man Peek through the pines see what you find I think you'll see that what you don't know sure can hurt you From Letras Mania