That's when I hit pay dirt. Sink or swim. I'm jumpin' in. Huddled masses cling together. But the herd gets thin. Self assured. With those fighting words.
Beat my bloody fist to a pulp. Then I'll switch hands. Gotta prove that I'm a worthy man. Privileged to be in god's domain. A monumental task. So listen obey and better never ask.
Help me write these words down. I'll write a great song to die to. Cause my days are numbered. And it's certain that I'm gonna drag you. I don't plan on going alone.
Brass hat, CEO. Only appears for a cameo. The camp is so clean. And it keeps raining green. The scent is strong. But yet something's wrong. Everything is too much right.