Lyrics

Cowboy lawman found a cell Tore into it as night fell Bankers' kids are Getting bingo'd Smells like midnight's Cooked up a storm in here Leave those loose lips At home or at the Rubble that's left When you return Have an armed guard posted at your flag Stroll through town with a gun stuffed in your pants Bankers' kids are Getting bingo'd Smells like midnight's Cooked up a storm in here Leave those loose lips At home or at the Rubble that's left When you return Cowboy lawman found a cell Tore into it, made life hell Bombs bursting, houses burning Diplomacy's tyrant treats