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>Red and blue lights spinning on the corner by the new fried chicken spot
>Cop car hopped the curb then absurdly hit the hydrant, which wouldn't stop
>Spraying water that's dripping over the face that's made its way through the windshield
>And cuttin' bleedin' the people leaving the scene and saying they never seen him
>Coming but he must have run the light, he never broke (Broke)
>Hand is reaching for the gun but couldn't get a hold (Hold)
>So it's sitting limp up on the dash and all the flashing of the cameras is lighting up the noontime cold
>Overcast, broken glass on the concrete, the scent of gasoline
>Hovers over the motor smoke and the single broken bicycle spoke
>Wheel still protruding, the medics moving the little twisted body to bag it up
>Detective notices the traffic camera then calls the station to back it up
>And somewhere the screams turn into sobs
>And the sirens mix with the howls of dogs
>And from the water, the rolling fog
>Scented wet as the breath of God
>They say in the greyscale city where the skies are scraped and the days are pretty much shaded
>You never know the faithful, they walk and they pray and there's one less lung sucking air today, so
