I got concrete shoes and pockets full of lead. Status symbols drag me down.
And if ya don't pay your debt, you will wind up at the bottom of the f**king Boston harbor.
The number one killer, cash, cabbage and dough.
Exploit the world and then count your coin.
Gasoline burns paper with ease. If I could just get my hands on it.
Half a mind to say goodbye, the other half to curl up and die.
How can I make it in this world without a reason to fight. Showtime.
Make yourself up, then you die. If I could just get my hands on it.
