The Prey — текст песни (dead kennedys)

Youre from out of town

I can tell that by your shoes

Flew in for the convention

Getting tipsy in a bar



Youre leaving pretty late

Gotta get up in the morning

Thinking shes just too expensive

And you know youre

Probably

Right



Theres no one on the streets

And you cant find your hotel

You walk a little faster

someones following you



The wallet-size bulge

In your double-knit butt

Has money for me

And maybe credit cards



You dart around the next corner

You cant look around

Quick now, fish for the keys for the door

You dont even know where you are



You walk a little faster

I walk a little faster

Sensing that I sense you

Now theres no escape



I can almost taste your dandruff

As I reach for your face

and I strike