Текст: Fall. Flat Of Angles.

Dragnet for [gone] black man
The papers had her father
Holding up her picture
His son-in-law killed her
Yes he killed his wife
She was wasting his life
His veins are full of evil serum
But what's done is done
Now he's trapped in flat of angles
Hiding in flat of angles
Right down to his [cables/tables/gables/fables]
And sometimes bells [off under]
The ring from many callers
Coupon and gas-board man
Dragnet for [drop] black man
Who's trapped in flat of angles
Rented cage is flat of angles
Right down to his [tables/gables]
And first he started on the floorboards
Foot 20 degrees from window
Saw a moment to snatch a vacation
Pick up two-faced [neighbour/Nathan]
Very safe is flat of angles
[Sheep rest] too in flat of angles

Down to his [tables]
Here he fights to type
Story of murder in his life
Of soap operas all day
In rooms of dirty laundry
But I'm in flat of angles
Hiding in flat of angles
Right down to his [tables]
And the sun dragged him out one day
From his laundry
He saw mercenary eyes
The streets are full of mercenary eyes
Well stretched in flat of angles
Not [lot] left in flat of angles
Down to his [tables]
[Never figured what to dog black man]?
[A different what to dog black man]?
[A drinking walk for dog black man]?
Let us go out and [..] write stories
Dragnet