High Noon by the st, james version

the morning was an accusation

an open indictment

strong recommendation 

for maximum punishment

plea bargain blame

just a cocaine whore

that stink must be shame 

oozin’ outta our pores

waking up naked in a motel room

if god as mercy

you’ll die pretty soon

but you ain’t lazarus

and this ain’t no tomb

tough luck

you survived

check out by noon