Lyrics Masters of the Deal - Eric Bachmann

Masters of the Deal

At the scene\nOf the slow crime\nOf the century\nWanda Jean awoke\nAttached to two IVs\nLost her name\nIn a shell game\nTo the masters of the deal\nFor the sanctioned closure\nAnd the governor’s seal\nBy the trains\nOn the east side\nNear an oil refinery\nMarvin Lee took hold\nOf a snitch and let him bleed\nSo betrayed\nIn a shell game\nWhere the jury all agreed\nMarvin Lee’s a ghost\nAttached to two IVs\nSo what if they’re wrong?\nSo what if they’re right?\nLet Lenny live?\nOr let Lenny die?\nWhat should be an old relic by now\nShould never have been\nFrom a tree\nBy a small stream\nIn a trifling Texas town\nWhen they shot poor Johnny down\nDuly framed\nIn a shell game\nSo the truth was not revealed\nFor the sake of closure\nFor the masters of the deal\nSo what if they’re wrong?\nSo what if they’re right?\nLet Lenny live?\nWould you let Lenny die?\nWhat should be an old relic by now\nShould never have been\nThe South is a ghost\nA ghost is a lie\nHarassing the roads\nAnd haunting the pines\nHis mind may be slow\nBut that killer knows\nJust how you feel\nHow you feel\nJust how you feel\n(At the scene\nOf the slow crime\nOf the century)