The Temp Agent {The Thin Ice}

Piro has a conscience,
So Largo needs one too.
The job may look easy to you
To look after this loon.
But o~oh temp, o~oh little dude,
O~oh temp.

If you should strap into
The wings of a conscience agent
Traipsing around with the red-haired gaijin
Of a million zombie dreams
Don't be surprised when a cop of the plights
Tosses his arse in jail.
You slip back to the States and beg for your job
With your ph34r flowing out behind you
As you watch the red-head.

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