Paroles de Zachariah

This mister strolls into some town This mister strides into some shitty township Like Moses The people like the Red Sea Like Moses The townfolk like the Red Sea My mistake, he does not stroll He does not stride He smokes into town, goddamn Like dust with boots on He's looking around and it's making him smile He's pushing them around Because it makes him smile These bastards' disgrace is conspicuous They creep away