Agoraphobic Nosebleed Ex-cop
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
Hand over all the f..ckin' guns
Hand over the drugs, you f..ck
Fired up the old acetylene torch
Lit a cigarette and went to work
Completely self-absorbed
Don't give a f..ck about
Who or what you know
Just care about the ammo
And the three keys of coke
