Old Man Cavalier—he's got two arms around you now
And I don't like the way he's smiling
I don't like the way he's smiling
Unhinged Idiot—he's wrapped his wrath around you now
An instrument to vent his spleen
A sympathetic death machine
And I like the way you shine
And I like your three-dot sight
And I like the way you fire
And I like the way you're mine
So I will hide you loaded gun and I will give you to my son