Once upon a time,
between that sturly crime,
One box set you up and swinged you round
Hardest he could stop it on the road

The sap is startin is gettin' lost
in a land of gransion and [bad word] and Realia's the harp on his slack
even the police wanted hush

He was walking on a the vain line
Gunheads here don't cry
whilst dealing with the devil
and a fear he has high.

From the North to the South, [bad word] to the boiling point
From the East to the West
To care what's ever with your own

From the North to the South, [bad word] to the boiling point
From the East to the West
To care what's ever with your own in the boiling point.

In the swarm of light 'n violence
Which 6 people throw off the mask
Unsure whether he will find her
But should we always do our best?