Lyrics

The janky plan begins today Today I start to make my way To a French gun The Iranians They get forty 'cause he's a dignitary They get all the guns they can carry And there's almost no other way To get a gun today In France But say you are a Senegalese grocer With a tidy little joint in a rough neighborhood And you keep Getting your ass beat You're just stackin' up the crackers And some French fucker takes your cash register And leaves you beat Down in a heap In France If you're attacked in your place of business And can demonstrate loss of property and consciousness On the thirteenth attack Oh man, you get strapped In France They keep all the names of all the French gun owners In this kind of cool French tower Under lock and key So someone like me Doesn't wander in and snag a random name Find the guy and fuck him for his gun Which is why I'm climbing up To the very top In France There's no way it occured to security Someone would jump from the roof to the balcony 'cause it's forty feet And you would have to be Pretty fucking crazy or just educated On how to cross the Ventasner Meridian So you would have a chance to land And just be unconscious For seventeen minutes