Pulp Fiction - Run Devil Run

A new grave to dig for my old shovel

Another day another novel

It’s pulp fiction and it writes itself

The plot is held together with a safety pin

Selective is something I have never really been

I give dictation to my secretarial elf

I got a gal she’s a crazy little queen

Knocks me for a loop makes me feel like I’m 16

But I think I know some things now

I didn’t at the start

I own only what I can carry

I’m ready to leave if things get scary

My graveyard spy is dead

And I know all the exits by heart

See the Dawgtown Youth do the Dawgtown Strut

The most marvelous looking beggars

There is a bullet with my name on it

But tonight I think only of Adella

And those legs of hers

I guess we all know when a thing can’t last

But when it happens it happens so fast

When time makes a mockery of all of us

We were new arrivals now we’re veterans

We were rivals then

Now some of them are my dear friends

We shake our heads at the new faces

Fresh of the bus

There is not a clear thought between 'em

But seeing them somehow is redeeming

A lot is gained by giving up on some dreams

Another femme fatale that is made to order

Another surprise ending’s told

Into my tape recorder

Me and my monkey go together

Like a comedy team

See the Dawgtown Youth do the Dawgtown Strut

The most marvelous looking beggars

There is a bullet with my name on it

But tonight I think only of Cruella

And those dogs of hers