Reach. go on

Hands don't match
Go and find the bars that make us hunger
Maybe with knots and uniforms
And if I may add
Well I've got a big gun
And I know just who I'm gonna use it on
Maybe it'll make for the better

The beggar always has his strength
His ambition is tapped
Always occupied on the john
While he's there let's take advantage

We are not the bringers of second chances gone within a moments notice
And if it's genetic then I'll be fed through those same bars
How appropriate

Days in march
Go, leave us in debt and always hoping
Maybe in ten more years i'll know him
And if i may add
Well I've got a big syringe
To show to all my close friends
Maybe i'll upgrade near the kiddies
I'm still because I'm frozen