The bar of wits:
i kill you. i kill you. i kill you, maybe drink your blood eh, eat your heart, your liver for with my drink, whats that, whats that drink, he drink, heh, yes, yeah sherry, yeaaaas, that for puta mano adios hermanos, i kill you, you dead what you say, like the dodo.
The hotel opposite the bar room 202:
Poor man he should have known, oh he won’t get any mercy from me, no, no sir, ooh don’t look at me like that, those eyes, no means no and that's the end. I told him, hate to say it but i did, i told him not to. did he listen, noooo, like always, i should have know… NO.
On the street between the bar and the hotel:
This is a royal mess we have gotten ourselves in to, OK, here’s what we are going to do:
If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one, you start shooting, don’t wait for it to be Drying in the colour of the evening sun, and don’t think that Tomorrow's rain will wash the stains away, no don’t because something in our minds will always stay, Perhaps this final act was meant To clinch a lifetime's argument That nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could For all those born beneath an angry star Lest we forget how fragile we are.
