An entourage of personal demons
All packing serious heat
Nickel-plated desert eagles
And I'm feeling weak
Walk up to you and strip you where you stand trembling
Walk up and stick a gun in your face
Hand over all the fuckin' guns
Hand over the drugs, you fuck
Fired up the old acetylene torch
Lit a cigarette and went to work
Completely self-absorbed
Don't give a fuck about
Who or what you know
Just care about the ammo
And the three keys of coke

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