Из альбома: Chaos and Lawlessness
I got concrete shoes and pockets full of lead Status symbols drag me down
And if ya don't pay your debt, you will wind up at the bottom of the fucking Boston harbor
The Number One Killer, cash, cabbage and dough
Exploit the world and then count your coin
Gasoline burns paper with ease If I could just get my hands on it
Half a mind to say goodbye, the other half to curl up and die
How can I make it in this world without a reason to fight Showtime
Make yourself up, then you die If I could just get my hands on it