...And Big Nasty Was Its Name-O

Yeah you can count on me.

No in-between, cuz I'm a son of a gun

Ringin' out in these cobbled streets, goin' off.

I object!

Your clown court, it's outta order.

I don't want it.

Scene's weak.

Yeah, you can keep it.

I don't want it.

I'm gonna stomp it out like a heart-beat.

I'm givin' the business the business, is what the fuck I do.

A dirtknap to salt the Earth.

I fool no one.

My word is good.

I'm tellin' you, I'm gonna stomp it out.

My word is good.

All these vultures showin' up. It's bullshit to me.

Pickin' the bones. You gotta be kiddin' me.

Character hacks. They stab ya in the back. Stab ya in the back!

Are we here to have fun? Relax.

There I was, outside, dumbfounded in the streets.

Thinkin' what the hell does that mean to you or I?

Let those petty rivalries,

The stink of jealousy permeating, die a death!

We don't trip out on fantasy in this wounded world of make believe.

I came to have fun! I came in peace!

I fool no one! My word is good!

I fool no one.

My word is good.

These critics start beef. So weak.

I don't want it. I don't want it.

I'm gonna stomp it out like a heart-beat.

I'm gonna stomp it out.

I'm gonna stomp it out like a heart-beat.

'Til it stops.