I got a feeling and its pretty bad I'll hide it just for now Polish up the chrome, polish up my bone Hanging out with six dumb, dumbs,
Cross hairs, crossed paths I'm firing you, cause you fired me
I cash my final check, but you cash in your chips You look kind of funny begging and crying You should have seen your face, when then You opened like a ripened, rotten bag of gutless shit Cause I've just been fired