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Killing Time with Jon Doe

Late one evening under a hot moon glow
In a white room full of red
I get to talking to guy as naked as a new born and a clear view through his head
I hear he’s called Jon Doe
A quiet man, law abiding
Never cheated his wife once apparently, even when he caught her night riding
 
Jon got no qualifications, except that degree in life’s a bitch
But that don’t matter here now, they’re already digging his ditch
Some pizza guy with a box in his hands takes a white look at my friend Jon
“Guess he don’t want pizza” he says, “especially with pepperoni on”

 There isn’t anyone crying, there are no lives shattered
 Killing time with Jon Doe, killing time that matters
 
Now me and Jon we’re getting on fine
he never quizzes me or feeds me the line
I look through his head and see an intricate display
of all life’s bullshit Jon recorded day to day
 
Now the killing time for Jon Doe
was around half past ten
If he’d have come in around ten thirty five
I’d have finished my robbery and gone by then
Maybe I tried to frighten him
or maybe I just don’t know
But the killing time is past and gone
now I’m killing time with Jon Doe

There isn’t anyone crying, there are no lives shattered
Killing time with Jon Doe, killing time that matters

They’re taking away my friend Jon
there’s a squeakin’ as he rolls down the hall
I think he said, “till the next time Jed”
or did he say nothing at all?

 
Killing time under a hot moon glow
In a white room full of red.
It took one piece of lead to a quiet mans head 
to find me  killing time with Jon Doe.
 
 Written By Glenn Maltman © 2013

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