You miss Every Shot you don't take

Pulling up in a big black van

Jumped out a covered man

His pockets full of strange tools

To make anyone look like a fool

The clerk hard at work inside

While the man outside spied

Customers in and out like usual

As if all were casual  

The man walked in loud and clear

Everyone jumped and in fear

That man is not free at all  

When the police here the call  

The police come in with force

Giving him no remorse

He will not leave before a fight

But then he sees the light  

All that is left is his cold corpse

Too bad they had to use force

Until the next robbery

The clerk will get a new hobby