Flat Out Defiance

So yeah I took a dive
I thought it'd be enough
Standing dedicated in the place of love
And I authorize the collective shove
From the mental beat down
To those who rose above
Like a raging bull
Falling from the sky
He gets my backhand
And better lower his eyes
From the el capitan
Who better mind his own
To those chincy motherfuckers
Being el cabrones

I talk to boss in face
Until his eyes cast down
Fires set ablaze
At both ends of town
An apple a day
I got a chock full sack
I send a bag your way
You hope I don't come back

So yeah
I took a knife
I thought of something fun
You wanna play in the dark
If you can keep the gun
When the sun comes up
You haven't found me yet
I win
Your wallet
Your whiskey
Your croquet set
See I got the mallet
I got the balls
I take your money
I drink it all

Sixteen hours standing at my back
Thirty six more I'll be out in the shack
Hacking tracks and waxing classy pantomime
The meticulous ramblings
Of a spacious mind