lump. i.o.
sweet summer rain. like god's own mercy.
your two friends have abandoned you, pete. they don't seem to care 'bout your hide.
okay.
stairway to heaven, pete.
we shall all meet, by and by.
end of the road, boys. it's had its twists and turns -
- but now it deposits you here.
you have eluded fate - and eluded me - for the last time. tie their hands, boys.
didn't know you'd be bringin' a friend. well, he'll have to wait his turn -
- and share one of your graves.
is that right?
too bad we don't have a radio.
the law. well the law is a human institution.
perhaps you should take a moment for your prayers.