The Smartest Man in the Room

Bang Bang on the fuckin' glass I hope you don't mind Now imagine me causing harm The scene is quit ugly And now they're falling down like bowling pins A seven-ten split Now run you piggies run The farmer comes to slaughter And I sent the guards packing They stand shaking in their boots And don't you dare call an ambulance You let 'em die on the floor An on the spot correction Smartest man in the room And I barricade the store Take em' all? Or let a few go? In the heartland of America Someone is hurting real bad Jesus christ, what a bullet wound Sure did a great fuckin' job I am the baddest man alive Oh, a proud gunman And nothing ever gave me such a rush And I am never coming down