An entourage of personal demons
All packing serious heat
Nickel-plated desert eagles
And I�m feeling weak
Walk up to you and strip you
Where you stand trembling
Walk up and stick a gun in your face
Give me all those fucking guns
Give me all those fucking drugs
Fired up the old acetylene torch
Lit a cigarette and went to work
Don't give a fuck about
Who are what you know
Just care about the ammo
And the three keys of coke
[Randall]