A man walks into a corner grocery on 5th street, points his gun at the unsuspecting,
Says, “Give me your money, give me it now, but if you move I’ll pump you full of lead to the ground,”
With trembling hands, he’s handed a bag of small bills that don’t add up to his mainline price tag,
In a fit of rage, he puts the barrel in the man’s mouth, pulls the trigger and is off with a blood thirsty shout.
The unsuspecting, unsuspecting,
The unsuspecting, unsuspecting,
Oh yeah.
Next day, he rises from his sleep full of hunger,
No money for food ‘cause he spent it on dope, so he goes in search for another unsuspecting,
He eyes a bank, but invades without logic,
He saw who pushed the button and gunned him down, but he got caught this time how he’s downtown,
So the court gives mercy to a still merciless man,
Out on parole years later – the victims forgotten.
The unsuspecting, unsuspecting,
The unsuspecting, unsuspecting,
Oh yeah.
Now he’s out, but it hasn’t changed a bit: he’s still the killer inside and he’ll steal in a minute,
That day a corner preacher said, “God can heal you, man; just get on your knees and ask forgiveness, he’ll set you free,”
But he knows his way into a store where the money looks good, but this time he’s met by a suspecting man who raises a gun, but still not quick on the draw, and is gunned down quickly, his face filled with awe.
The unsuspecting, unsuspecting,
The unsuspecting, unsuspecting,
Oh yeah.
The problem is not all that this man is sick, for he doesn’t fear a capital punishment,
He knows that the system seems more on his side – to protect the guilty so the innocent must die, die.
