Trigger-boy, I know
You love more and more
The clouds and plains are swept away, I know
The foolish never last
Your friends are true and honest men, I know
We’ll drink to that some day
Timeless fright and mindless might
Your sweet apache 65
Your waste of
Your useless kind
Your justified
Your sweet apache 65
Your waste of time
Trigger-boy, your charm
Is out to feed the poor
Your smile and might, they want to feel, I know
Your pre-emptive stroke