MY SERVICE REVOLVER IS
A SPAWN OF LUCIFER
It brings me nothing but trouble.
Loose-legged gangs and criminal
ambushes. Business-line girls and
bags of dope. What am I doing in this
uniform anyway, I want to know. A
cop like me, on a stairwell to hell.
If I shoot, I'm in trouble. If I
don't, I'm dead. Bastards.