When it's past midnight, the corner stores the light
Of outcasts who gather 'round corner stores at night
Buzz doors from twenty threes to fours in the A.M
To pay 'em for lighters and escape from their mayhem
'Caused by the seven devils represented by four men
Who leave souls in torment, drugs leave bodies in dormant
States, 'til they wake in cold sweats over old bets
With the debts they owe to destiny, but gold lets
Dreamers have nightmares to carry on bold threats
Against life, to live off without their rolled sets
Of Losses, left behind, like their cigarettes
But even the wisest forget that regrets
The evil to live, backwards, in the context
Of the complex lives of outcasts, while some flex
As they run checks through banks and promote dumb ***
In the car radio's sunday night blues
Some choose to be ghouls, others ride an excuse
To cruise control through the night that's in sight
Two crews can stroll to delight, that's insight