Livin' downtown, livin' all alone
On the fifteenth floor, looking down
Down to the ground, cry before I go
He's eatin' chitlins right up to the neck
Everything's still except the train in his mind
Roarin' louder than the voice of his trigger
Everyone stops because they secretly love
Seeing a mind versus target in a showdown
The modern gunslinger's waiting for you
Natural world turned upside-down
The modern gunslinger's waiting for you
Moving house to house, moving field to field
Is it even worthwhile to say
That the powers of allure couldn't meet his demands?
It's hard to run when the temperature's falling