With both eyes closedI blew out his windowA cheap shot i know butBut someone had to do itIt isn’t like ,he deserves itThat’s easy for you to sayHe’s not your kindHe’s not your typeJust looking to desiresOn my side of townGet out our knives andGo for a long driveI’m nothing specialA yard sale collectableFor a tableGather dust like the rest of usWe left out to riseSo tell me you not can be magneticLightning will strikeAnd some of us will get itAnd now that i’m so sure… disposal share out the tableGather dust like the rest of usWe left out to rise