Big Crazy Man


You think you're big stuff
That index finger curled
Around that cold, hard, half moon
Gives you some crazy power
Deciding who you aim at
Playing the Grim Reaper
You think you're big stuff
Faces turned to you in fright
Plow down as many as you can
Before the cops arrive
You're all hardened and crazy
Thinking you're justified
You think you're big stuff
Take out the innocents
Before you,"do you"
Get a taste for killing
Before you do the dying
Take that cold, heartless
Piece of steel
And point it's icy finger
At only one head
Leave the innocents alone

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