I tell you now that I don't understand. Why everybody gives a big hi-damn. Oh where I'm going to. Don't mean a thing to you. . I see you sitting in your masquerade.
Home grown. Rock to the rhythm, and bop to the beat of the radio. You ain't got the slang but you got the face to play the role. You can play with me.
Huff men don't take no nonsense. He's here to rectify. He's got his black belt buckle. And the red mans fire in his eyes. . You with your switchblade posse.