Mr Grim-reaper,pass me the reefer,
And I'll tell you a tale of the sea,
Of the briny divide and the heavens on high,
And a voyage for profit and greed.

Back off the throttle,pass me the bottle,
and I'll sing you a song of the street,
Of god fearing men who sleep in the park, and children with nothing to eat.

Jumping jack flash, pass me the cash,
and I'll sell you a soft alibi
Know the right people and cash the right chips,
and justice will pluck out her eyes

Complete the cycle,pass me the rifle,
And I'll wage a war for your king,
deep in the jungles of concrete and oil,
Unaware of who's pulling the strings
-----Sean / Hillbilly666