Cowboy lawman-found a cell

Tore into it-as night fell



Bankers kids are

getting bingo'd

Smells like midnight's

cooked up a storm in here

Leave those loose lips

at home or at the

rubble that's left

when you return



Have an armed guard posted at your flag

Stroll through town with

a gun stuffed in your pants



Bankers kids are

getting bingo'd

Smells like midnight's

cooked up a storm in here

Leave those loose lips

at home or at the

rubble that's left

when you return



Criminal lawman-found a cell

Tore into it-made life hell



Bombs bursting-houses burning

Diplomacy's tyrant treats