It was a stormy thursdy night
nothing much left in eyesight
but rain and car headlights

Then I was surrounded
One hundred of them came mounted

I was alone
they were armed
Lord, is this my finale
went off in my mind like an alarm

I started to buck
and with just that luck
they left nothn left but a dutch

Then I woke up to a daydream
I was still surrounded it seemed
this time friends and not my enemies