The Backyard Of My Life
Case File 303
I was sitting by myself at a liars bar
When over walks a woman with a face in a jar
She was juggling her thoughts trying to connect
She said i don't want you thinking i ain't go any respect
But am working undercover for the f.b.i
I suggest you come with me if you don't want to die
I thought this is kinda crazy this girl ain't right
But it beats staying here on a Saturday night
So i asked her where we going oh please pray tell
When she pulled out a picture of a liberty bell
Pointed to the stars while holding out a map
She says we can go the long way in case it is a trap
I still wasn't so sure what was fully going on
Was she really on a mission or is it all a con?
We jumped into a taxi and we headed to the east
To meet a political prisoner who was recently released
Where he gave us information in a secret envelope
He said its all up to you now your our only hope
I burst out laughing took it with a pinch of salt
When a bullet blew his head off like a lightning bolt
We ducked for cover and we ran a bloody mile
Then she turned to me with a wink and a smile
Now do you believe me why i was sent to meet ya
I am a super sexy spy and my name is Rita
I was in a state of shock i was still half cut
We were on to something big i could feel it in my gut
So i followed her to Moscow where we broke into a bank
Then we were surrounded and they threw us in the tank
Down at the jailhouse we were locked up tight
But we over threw the guard's and escaped in the night
I was on the run with Rita lost looking for a sign
Laying low and hiding out at the old Cole mine
Morning came around we were ready to hit the road
To try and track a target that they told us would explode
After solving all the mysteries cracking all the clues
we earned all of our stripes and we paid our dues
I was dropped off in a limousine back at the bar
I was thinking to myself how id got this far
I've been shot at and arrested i was lucky to be alive
Now i must try and fit in to the normal nine while five
I often think of Rita but i doubt she thinks of me
After all i am only case file 303
by keith hagger
