David Rovics
Merry Christmas, Mr. Meyers
It was a sunny Christmas EveOn 93rd StreetPeople shopping on the AveGood friends and family to greetRoger Meyers was forty-four years oldSitting in an easy chairHis two young grandchildrenAnd his sister were upstairsOutside he heard a knockingAnd someone ringing the bellJust what would happen nextHow could any sane man tellOne more murder in ChicagoIn Chicago's dirty warMerry Christmas, Mr. MeyersWatch out -- those are policemen at your doorSomeone's trigger hand was restlessItching to attackHey, that guy matches our descriptionHe's a man and he's blackBefore the door was fully openLetras de cancionesTwo gunshots rang outThrough the wood into the personAnd the children cried and shoutedOne more murder in ChicagoIn Chicago's dirty warMerry Christmas, Mr. MeyersWatch out -- those are policemen at your doorThey said they were looking for a burglarHe stole someone's diamond ringBut lying in a pool of bloodRoger didn't know a thingAfter half an hourAn ambulance arrivedLooked at poor Roger MeyersSaid, "It looks like this guy died"One more murder in ChicagoIn Chicago's dirty warMerry Christmas, Mr. MeyersWatch out -- those are policemen at your door
From Letras Mania