settle down now we've got to get this done there ain't a thing scarier than a man with a gun wearin' a hairy shirt where efficiency meets the streets we'll be elegantly snug among shares of boot tread and rich red thread stitch me up captain slap hands and act younger shit i've got a helluva hunger platters of pinpoint accurate blood splatter brick clatter glass shatter batter deep fried on a bed of green jacket tattered i wish this fight mattered but i'll keep my piece clean as long as the feelin's right and the wage is green