I saw the most ironic thing the day I walked Through that door. They patted me down, they Pulled my pockets inside out--all I could do Was laugh as I thought to myself I must be Rip Van Winkle because how the f** did this Happen? I witnessed some fights in my younger Days and I'll never forget their faces--the People I saw punched and kicked in the Head, Thugs are running the clubs at night
And I'll never forget their faces as I make Sure to tell them: Thanks for ruining those Younger days. Here's eight bucks for your Trouble, please appreciate the irony as you Go through my pockets. I'm getting used to It because this makes perfect sense and the Only thing that's strange is nothing f**ing Changes. Let me be security and I'll tell You who is dangerous