Black Litmus - The Batman Cometh

What's a word when people try to make it in sound
It has to hurt; the old Venetian snares cause the one
Incessant dick off, the boat near Gambrills show off
In the corner booth licking his chops
Next to yours truly as he's taking his time with his hand on the prize
He hasn't got enough wit to make any point of disguise
You think there's reason, but reality says dick what a find

What's said a million times even when we're out tonight
Is never more than a bargain
It's a cheap rat city and they never get to send you a post card

And were off creating the words pretending to smile
No exaggerated innocence man will take her foot off the gas
Unless I'm staring at him right between the eyes
As a shark stakes his claim on a mirror
And he'll take it this non-typical man
His plans are equally full
Down to the hand slip in the gown as I stare keeping it cool
Up the avenue and to a place I thought I could stand
I'm Batman

It's dark outside when there's plenty of light
As he made his way up to reach the summit
He said it's not entirely a part of the plan
And as I slipped past the gate the Batman cometh

Written by:
Jack Benedict

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