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 fucking guns
Give me all those fucking drugs

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

Don't give a fuck about
Who are what you know
Just care about the ammo
And the three keys of coke


Lyrics submitted by Brujeria6SixSeis

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