In a SLY WAY -  A song by Frank Sinatra


And now, the end is near
And so we face the final chapter
My friends, t'was never clear, I'll state my case, of which I'm certain
we were fed, a bunch of lies, red herrings in each and every highway
And more, much more than this, it was a mind game.

Regrets, more than a few
But then again, too much to mention
I did, what I had to do, and saw it through, without comprehension
He never planned, each charted course, each careful step, along the byway
And more, much more than this, he did it in a sly way

Yes, there were times, we were sure he knew
When he bit off, more than he could chew 
But through it all, what Heller spout 
we ate it up and spat it out 
we watched it all, he dropped the ball, and did it ina sly way

I've puked, I've laughed and cried 
I've had my fill, of serial losers
And now, as tears subside, I find it all, so, amusing
To think he called 911, And may I say, not ina tough guyway 
Oh, no, oh, no, not him, the pigeons flies his way
For what is a serial killer, what has he got?If not his knife, then he has naught
To do the things he truly feels and not the wussy of one who kneels
The record shows, Heller's episode blows and the pigeon flies away.