Black Umbrella - Clutch

Money Mike, Pistol Pete

Both went running down the street

Police and snitches, lover’s lane

Hot summer.

Hot rain

Hit the bricks

The girl got her tricks

She’s the Mississippi terror

And there’s none the fairer

O.T.B.

was jammed

Paper changing hands

Nothing left but smoke and cellar

And a Woman with a black umbrella

Little Lewis lost his shit

10 to 1, couldn’t collect

Fish Head Phil, Itchy Ike…

Say they never got home that night

Shake the breaker

That girl ain’t no money maker

She’s come to cook all the books

And flaunt her good looks

O.T.B.

was jammed

Paper changing hands

Nothing left but smoke and cellar

And a Woman with a black umbrella