I am punk rock
I am this river of bullshit
it stirs from my molecules
a grain of sand on the beach
making up lies
and half truths
about miracles
and disciples
keeping up these grand delusions
of universal justice
dignity and virtuosity
magic spirits that roam the Earth

with a tank full of gas
boatloads of cash
rocket fuel in my veins
and a knife on the dash
warrants everywhere I go
for all the wrong I've done
no where to go but down baby
might as well close our eyes and jump
the 1830s
all we got is now
and time aint on our side
trust your instincts
pull the trigger
let your aim be true
we got but one shot left
make this one count