Gunpowder and Cocaine

There‘re borders everywhere But I don’t really care People standing still And I can pay my bill White powder on my table Tabletop glass and maple See my own reflection While I show my coke affection Bullets on my belt. I’m done .45 ACP Thompson submachine gun Three loaded magazines in my hands More than as a boy, shooting cans My suit black like the dark sky tonight The white shirt I’m wearing, brighter than daylight My hat is Black like a crow So you know me now The floor will turn in deep wine red When someone’s losing his head Smoke is rising up out of the end of my barrel Fast, brutal, and feral It’s the end of the scene Gunpowder and cocaine