Old Hideout

In the darkness the Phantom waits
Outside a sewer pot
A sound detector he held still above it
Listn'ing so carefully

Muffled voices speak carelessly
Of all successes past
And of those to come so soon they say
The Phantom grits his teeth

One cries he needs a smoke
And some fresher air
The Phantom hears him climb the ladder
And open up the hideout

Invisible, the Phantom waits
Until the passage is closed
Then he attacks and grabs the man
It's time to get some answers

With angry shakes and violent voice
He scares the man to speak
He cries the Flight recruited them
To make a mess of things

He didn't know what the Flight's plan was
Or what his spoils were
He only knew his mission was
To kill a special way

The Phantom threw the man aside
No use was he to him
He barged in the hideout and beat all the men
To have a look around

A TV here, a beer can there
A den of swine it was
But ripe with what he needed, yes
Ripe with evidence

Hidden away in a place so tight
Were orders from the man
The Phantom took them for his own
The cops could have the rest.


Next Week: The Truth of the Spoils