I'm not president, I'm not law
And no one scatters roses in front of me when i walk
In my left hand, nothing
And in my right, I flip you off
I comb through my glossy hair
My cane goes click-clack when I walk
Spraying the champagne for another record year
The first one is always free, before you give up status
Have I got you interested, my darling baby.
Revolver. 9 mm
Here I go again fully loaded against my temple
Revolver. 9 mm
Another crooked word and it slams here to hell
And I have many pieces I have placed
I take the last sting before I retire
And on my tombstone it shall be engraved
Me and my mojo has delivered!
I'm not president, I'm not law And no one scatters roses in front of me when i walk In my left hand, nothing And in my right, I flip you off
I comb through my glossy hair My cane goes click-clack when I walk Spraying the champagne for another record year The first one is always free, before you give up status Have I got you interested, my darling baby.
Revolver. 9 mm Here I go again fully loaded against my temple Revolver. 9 mm Another crooked word and it slams here to hell
And I have many pieces I have placed I take the last sting before I retire And on my tombstone it shall be engraved Me and my mojo has delivered!