Intuition - Panic lyrics

Time stood still like the gas clerk
Gun to his eyebrows
It happens every other month he
Knows he won't die now
He lets a sigh out, bored with the exchange
Grabs a bag, puts the change and the ones
And the fives down
The gunman is pale, frail but a man in size
Clerk starts to analyze and sees
He's not a man inside
A jittery demeanor small waist, hands
And thighs lost puppy look shows you who
He's been abandoned by
Oily and grimy, city morgue life lighting
Steady flicker, hypnotizing, fluorescents
And neon writing
He's biting his cheek and trying
To hide his weakness
All the while worried that a
Sheriff might peek in
He grips the pistol tight, butterfly tummy
Normally another shy, bummy
Cluttered-mind dummy
Tonight he's in control
Chest swole from the rush
As a woman pulls up and takes
Her toes from the clutch
(toes from the clutch)
Slams the door and heads towards the entrance
Frozen by her senses from the
Moment that she heads in
Tension in the air and seek
To put up her defenses gunner turns
Panic spools out and places death's vengeance
The bullet hit her face
Her face hit the window
Her last earthly vision was
Her rusty green Pinto
A silent puddle formed, serene as she slept
The clerk and gunner met eyes
Fell to their knees then they wept like

The door slammed shut
It's the last time he'll
Ever leave his bedroom
The last time his dad'll use his
Back to break a red broom
The last time he'll ever feel
A fist or belt buckle
Daddy calls it tough love as he
Rubs on his swelled knuckles
He needs to leave and make
It to his aunt Jeanine's
Cause fuck his mom she found another
Man to plant a family tree
He's always kinda felt like "why
Did she abandon me
And leave me stranded with this
Sadistic angry entangled fiend"
It's just a thirteen hour drive
But with his bad luck
He'll get pinned for grand theft if
He steals his dad's truck
And pops'll press the charges just
To leave him ass up
And save a little money cause it's
Pricey at the gas pump
He grabs a gun and dad's truck
- he'll just ditch it
Cause he needs some quick scratch
To afford a bus ticket
He plans a robbery with windows
Down and his skin cold
And charges past a lady in
A rusty green Pinto

The clock struck midnight
A man and wife mid fight
Arguing about their bills and how
To raise their kid right
He's working on his masters, he's an artist
Works his hardest with 2 dead end
Jobs that pay for their apartment
She teaches second grade
They're less than paid all stress and strain
Their little boys a pest and
Pain with an impressive brain
Highschool sweethearts
Relationship's a test today
Rocky road in front of them
Their future's just a guess away
They're at his gas station
Secondary place of work
She says he needs to concentrate
Quit being a complacent jerk
He feels degraded
He tells with her a hateful smirk
She needs to check her attitude
The fact she's so abrasive hurts
She storms out with her
Crocodile bawling cries
He knows she'll be back in
10 minutes to apologize
Her tears dry as she feels the cold wind blow
And opens up the door to
Her rusty green Pinto