I mean the dead list, the men I’ve pinked;
Bilged to the old time tune.
Listen, I’ll tell you the system’s sin;
Show you the way we do—
God, how that cough hurts, I’m most all in—
Guess I’ll confess, I’m through.
Open the dead list, begin with ‘A,’
Andrews, the first one there;
Beat me. I got him; crossed him, say,
Tell me you’ll keep it, swear!