First Train Out

Sure, he's got some time for another He's saying lots, but I don't think he's talking yet Turn up the watts, move the cable to the lower body Then I'm sure we'll be the best of friends We've got a ball-peen hammer for his fingers We've got an obscene manner that'll draw it out We've got a shotgun shell in case he lingers Yeah, we've got a handle on it here without a doubt Just lock him, just lock him down He's leaving on the first train out of town He's got a hook deep in his brain What he got was what we all would get for being insane It ain't his fault, it sure ain't mine All we're doing is collecting on the nickels and dimes Sure, he's got some time for another Let the heart rate down, wanna give him a chance To tell us all what we need to discover Pack up our equipment Make sure we get paid in advance Burn off his prints Keep his teeth inside your pocket Burn up a cigarette to keep the cops from knocking Burn down the building so they don't have to unlock it Fairly sure we're past the point where we can make amends Just lock him, just lock him down He's leaving on the first train out of town He's got a hook deep in his brain What he got was what we all would get for being insane It ain't his fault, it sure ain't mine All we're doing is collecting on the nickels and dimes On a green-stuffed pillow is how I play to sleep at night