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