Pulp Fiction of a Perfect Stranger

MORTAL THOUGHTS keep me in SIN CITY
Where THE HUDSON HAWK flies NORTH
to escape THE BONFIRE OF VANITIES
While waiting for my own APOCOLYPSE

A SEIGE cometh,'ARMAGEDDON' IN COUNTRY times
My SIXTH SENSE warns me of the STORY OF US,
and that I'll be THE LAST MAN STANDING
wide awake in THE BREAKFAST OF CHAMPIONS!

Those BANDITS, think me THE LAST BOY SCOUT,
But LOOK WHO'S TALKING? all the TWELVE MONKEYS?
IN STRIKING DISTANCE of BILLY BATHGATE; THE JACKAL;
THE PLAYER; ALPHA DOG; and me, the FIFTH ELEMENT

UNBREAKABLE men and A DIE HARD, GRAND CHAMPION
Struggling to go the WHOLE TEN YARDS
THE KID in me can run for 16 BLOCKS
My VERDICT is we'll only need the WHOLE NINE YARDS

Sweating like NOBODYS FOOL on a BLIND DATE
With the MERCURY RISING in the SUNSET
I hide from the her TEARS OF THE SUN
In the cover of the dark COLOR OF NIGHT

This FAST FOOD NATION has Weakened me
like CHARLIES ANGELS: FULL THROTTLE in a GRIND HOUSE
Where is MY LUCKY NUMBER SLEVEN?
All I wanted to be was an ASTRONAUGHT FARMER

OVER THE HEDGE where NANCY DREW's DEATH BECOMES HER
I become NATIONAL LAMPOONS LOADED WEAPON ONE
in my HART'S WAR, mumbling to myself insanely...
BEAVIS AND BUTT-HEAD DO AMERICA while RUGRATS GO WILD

At last! THE RETURN OF BRUNO... A GURU COMES!
THAT'S ADEQUATE... I wanted Picket fences and FOUR ROOMS,
THE FIRST DEADLY SIN was MOONLIGHTING
at OCEANS 12 while FRANKY GOES TO HOLLYWOOD