Mr. Stintman

By Madde

On Q.E.D.

Released on December 6, 2016

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[Verse 1]

He sat down at the station a quarter past nine

Fully aware that the train will not come by

His face glowed under dim street lights as he looked all around

He was in a rush and kept looking for an unacquainted sound

For waiting in bitter agony

The reward was short, but for a person in need

Mr. Stintman approaching his cold shaking hand

To bring him somewhere warm again

Mr. Stintman and his new friend were standing in the dark

'Cause what Mr. Stintman was about to do

Would surely drive a spark


[Chorus]

Mr. Stintman, you can't deal with the crime

You can't move back

Or think to rewind

You're alright now

Feed him the chine

Just ask Mr. Stintman and he'll give you some time


[Verse 2]

Hе held a lighter and a cigarettе and lit between his lips

As he murmured out "What's this all about?"

At this point, the man began to shout

"Mr. Stintman, you stole my life at bereft

Now I'm tired and have so little time left."

The poor man began to cry and plead

"Mr. Stintman, give me what I need."

Mr. Stintman laughed and agreed to the request

To put this mad man's mind at rest

He grabbed his shoulder and said amen

With the illusion that the boy is what the man was again


[Chorus]

Mr. Stintman, you can't deal with the crime

You can't move back

Or think to rewind

You're alright now

Feed him the chine

Just ask Mr. Stintman and he'll give you some time


[Verse 3]

That's what the man wanted but couldn't wear on his sleeve

Cause what the Stintman gave could never be received

Time is a tickin' and flying away

Not even the father could fix or delay

Trick the mad man's mind into thinking he had more time

Knocking back and feeling so sublime

He said thank you joyfully and strolled on away

And the Stintman laughed 'cause he conned the man's grave

Watch the man swagger away unaware

Mr. Stintman sat at the station dressed in despair

Thinking about who he will deceive next

Just to give euphoric conjures to people truly hexed


[Chrous]

Mr. Stintman, you can't deal with the crime

You can't move back

Or think to rewind

You're alright now

Feed him the chine

Just ask Mr. Stintman and he'll give you some time