Better Days!

There you are scumbag, you low lying swine, 

You in your corner me in mine, 

Both hands on the pistol one round in the chamber, 

Careful I’m loaded so now boy remember, 

To slap on your hand straps, 

I’ll scream till I’m crazy, this silicone brainchild, 

Is one stop short of a full deck of cards, 

How lucky we are? 

Both eyes are on the newsreel, but one of them’s lazy.

Now I, yes "I" have seen better days. 

Hey now, hey now- 

Have this it's working I made it myself, 

Cause passion is fashion, 

When you address your molester, 

He hides in the grass, 

Chained to the handlebars, 

Laughing hysterics, 

That drove me so crazy, 

So I picked my gun, and said, 

"take that you bastard you, 

Nothing you did ever gave me more pleasure, 

And yes, I have to admit that I did enjoy it, 

Twenty four rounds, 

With your bald-headed stranger, 

And I, yes "I" have seen better days.