Rolled down the driver's window Slipped his gun down under his seat The glove-box was full of cocaine The trunk was full of weed "Driver's license and registration," Said the officer with his flashlight Search around the floor, look hard Smellin' like something ain't right Jed's life flashed before him Like a scratchy old super-8 He heard the sound of the future On an RPM 78 Nothing was still, all was moving When the flashlight found the gun Then Jed pulled the trigger In a split- (xguitar.com)
