There's a circle of claws and a sharks shaped jaws. Go for the kill before paying the bill. You'd better watch your back, wear the wizard's hat. It's coming up fat, the rot 'n' roll attack.
Fuck off, what do you want?. Like a fistful of metal we hunt. We're the bastards of your dreams. A mean machine, we always come clean. . A mean pack of sinners, no saints.