Shut the door
on the mad cash
So what so what now?
Got no
secret stash
got no moonlight gig
annuity
wish to hell
You were done
getting through to me
give me the angle
the ordnance
the target and
shell weight
it's all drones anyhow
might as well pay freight
sense must start
before you pull the cord
And seldom smiles
on those
bound to the sword
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