Broadway and Hurst

I'd like to introduce myself, I'm Nicholas Foster 
I'm not the best looking guy you'll find 
But I enjoy Camel Reds and a good piece of Bocelli 
And when I've had a few too many, I do things I regret 
So I walked over to the bar to meet my friend 

Yup, that's Mikey, pint in hand, looking for any mischief he can find 

And I knew I shouldn't, but temptation got the best of me 
Why do I do all these things to hurt you? 

It's a lie, nonsense, he's full of [bad word] 
Mother [bad word] would be lucky if he could find his [bad word] 
I was gonna let it slide, turn the other cheek 
But I overheard the [bad word] as he started to speak 

She was Foster's once, but now she's mine 
And that poor old [bad word]  he doesn't even have a clue> 
I'm going to kill him 
Followed the [bad word]  as he went to take a [bad word] 
Crept into the alley, fingers turned to fists 
Stayed silent, put my hands around his neck 
Looked into his face and sunk the glass into his breast 
surge of blood, a moment passed, I couldn't think, I couldn't move 
With every second waiting there was something they could prove 
Smiled, felt relief as his breath became shy 
His body lay limp, I had taken his life 
No, no, no 

So I woke up like it was any other Sunday 
Had a cup of black coffee, read the paper, and had one of my favorite [bad word] 
Felt right as rain until the phone rang 
Hello 

Who's this? 

Oh, Officer Sloan 

I was, uh 

No I wasn't there actually.. 

Um, Ray Wells Ray Wells, doesn't ring any bells 
The 31st, I was out of town, yeah, that's right 
On business in fact, ya see I was with my bird, we're in love