Wednesday, May 09, 2007

Bad Rhymes, Good Rhymes

I am mad at Steve Miller for writing this verse.  Ever time I hear it, I want to go back in time and break his pencil.  It's like an itch I cant scratch. 
Billy Mack is a detective down in Texas
You know he knows just exactly what the facts is
He ain't gonna let those two escape justice
He makes his livin' off of the people's taxes
 
For balance, here's a rhyme I love.  This verse is like good wine. 
Baby this town rips the bones from your back
It's a death trap, it's a suicide rap
We gotta get out while we're young
'Cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run
(From Born to Run by Bruce Springsteen)

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