hey, dude, what the hell
are you up to?
do you want to conquer this city?
doesn't it all just matter,
what others think?
stop putting on a show,
stop exposing yourself.
think James Bond,
minus the swanky wheels.
I've seen you lose it,
seen you sleeping with
the window open.
you know why
it was open, huh?
because only you
could drink
9 shots of whiskey.
and you, like a falcon
in a silly hood,
a cunning bird that
has really raked in…
think about yourself.
now it’s time to think
about yourself.