We stand side by side – smoking our rolled-up anything and everything’s
Sizing the opposition like only we shall, they sure as sugar is white shan’t
Nasty, dastardly, desperate sonsaguns they are the burnt-out pair of them
Perched with outrageously despicable smirks buoyed by a deep, deep devotion to outright animosity
Wait ’till they lift their heads to see!!