I reflect off the gun in your hands,
Like scenes in Madrid where we danced for nights
Please walk with me home
There is something out there preying on you
Perhaps a confused spotlight
Rigorous attacks of the drums drove me from you
And into the arms of the fight
I guess so; I guess that we won't discuss
Your views and your bias standpoints
Where did you go, where did you go running?
Who would of known?
Who would of known where you ran off to?
Sit tight, hands firm on the wheel
Improper form will result in an early exit
Feast your eyes on your assailant; hooray, hooray, hooray!
Feast your eyes on a job well taken hooray, hooray, hooray!
I reflect off the gun in your hand!