An entourage of personal demons
All packing serious heat
Nickel-plated desert eagles

And I'm feeling weak

Walk up to you and strip you

Where you stand trembling
Walk up and stick a gun in your face


Give me all those f**king guns
Give me all those f**king drugs


Fired up the old acetylene torch
Lit a cigarette and went to work
Completely self-absorbed


Don't give a f**k about
Who are what you know

Just care about the ammo
And the three keys of !@%!e



[Randall]