The Kid Goes Wild

Gabriel Conlon crouched in the bitter night, clutching the cold barrel of the gun. Looking up at the Brooklyn Bridge, he whispered, "You're mine now." With a last wrench, he pulled the pistol from the slack hand.

A cold blood murder
For twenty and change
The very next day the newspaper read
Angry and young, under the gun
The kid goes wild!
Rebel alone, heart of a stone
The kid goes wild!