“This is a bullet from a gun called "what the fuck?"

If I was standing in your shoes I'd throw my hands straight up

And start explaining at the speed of light, not sound

How the words get some coffee came to mean get down.

And all the kings horses and all the kings yen

Couldn't stop the abracadabra that invites these men

And all the alleyways in Amsterdam could not compete

Against the wall street speed with which you leave your feet.”