I AM a hoodlum, you are a hoodlum, we and all of us are a world of hoodlumsmaybe so.
I hate and kill better men than I am, so do you, so do all of usmaybemaybe so.
In the ends of my fingers the itch for another mans neck, I want to see him hanging, one of dusks cartoons
against the sunset.
This is the hate my father gave me, this was in my mothers milk, this is you and me and all of us in a world of
Let us go on, brother hoodlums, let us kill and kill, it has always been so, it will always be so, there is nothing more to
Let us go on, sister hoodlums, kill, kill, and kill, the torsoes of the worlds mothers are tireless and the loins
of the worlds fathers are strongso go onkill, kill, kill.
Lay them deep in the dirt, the stiffs we fixed, the cadavers bumped off, lay them deep and let the night winds of winter
blizzards howl their burial service.
The night winds and the winter, the great white sheets of northern blizzards, who can sing better for the lost hoodlums the
old requiem, Kill him! kill him!
Today my son, to-morrow yours, the day after your next door neighborsit is all in the wrists of the gods who
shoot crapsit is anybodys guess whose eyes shut next.
Being a hoodlum now, you and I, being all of us a world of hoodlums, let us take up the cry when the mob sluffs by on a
thousand shoe soles, let us too yammer, Kill him! kill him!
Let us do this now
for our mothers
for our sisters and wives
let us kill, kill, killfor the
torsoes of the women are tireless and the loins of the men are strong.Chicago, July 29, 1919.