Lust

The southside was silent except for the wind
The one that would drown out the screams
Blowing so strongly along with the rain
They could pin back a man and his dreams

The stoops and the comers whispered one word
It cut like the wind to your face
Sharper than nail, louder than bomb
A word only known as the eighth

When patrol car approached the same sex couple
They were kissing in their usual spot
When the feds whispered to the younger of the two
'There's something here you may have forgot'

Lust was just a wind that battered every neighbourhood
Mistrust was just a gale right behind
Carried on the storm of collusion and confusion
Was the dust that turned the seeing to the blind

'Take this', he said, as he passed him the gun
'And make sure you keep it well placed'
'The man right here who calls himself your lover
Is also working for the eighth'

Just an hour on. paranoia's come and gone
And the younger man's crying. 'what a waste'
'I had to pull the trigger, blow the brains out of my lover
'Cause they said that he was working for the eighth'

When patrol car approached the same sex couple
They were kissing in their usual spot
When the feds whispered to the younger of the two
'There's something here you may have forgot'

Lust was just a wind that battered every neighbourhood
Mistrust was just a gale right behind
Carried on the storm of collusion and confusion
Was the dust that turned the seeing to the blind