Another take on Blue Wave Theory’s lovingly crafted upload. ‘Mr Rabbit’ meets Kara meets film noir.

She was well in with the mob
I was just another job
I was a fall guy that’s all
And every fall guy must fall
She put a bullet in my broken heart

I was her getaway guy
We got away on the fly
After all the thrills and chills and spills
She dumped me for a coffin full of unmarked bills
She put a bullet in my broken heart

I was made just before I paid Freddy the Fence
I was out on a bender at my moneylender’s expense
I thought I could keep up the pace
I thought I could settle up when I won the next race
She put a bullet in my broken heart

I got dressed up in the dark
She set me up as the mark
I though I was her main squeeze
That was before the big freeze
She put a bullet in my broken heart

While I was doing her bidding I was skidding into a crash
Her eyes flashed like two barrels in a quarrel over bundles of cash
Do unto others then split
Her legs went on forever, her body wouldn’t quit
She put a bullet in my broken heart

What a sob story, what a sucker for a tissue of lies
She should have been up for an Oscar or the Pulitzer Prize
I was circling the drain
From the day I bought my ticket for the bullet train
She put a bullet in my broken heart