"No? No salt?" he say,
"Pay a fine, do it! Time is nigh."
"Leave nothing?" he do say.
"Fortune for me clothes," me say.
"Reasons are no good," he say,
"Find anything to make up, son,"
"Cause a bounty hunter, me one!"
Coming up to me, he flail away
Fist contact told me my full sin:
My focus on plans and tomorrow.
The pain, piango, piango
The pain, piango--fool he though
Fool he though, fool he though, me mind keep pain at bay
Finally, I say,
"Why so hungry, top-oh?"
"Why so hungry, top-oh, wait your time!"
"Why so hungry, fatso?"
Fool he though, fool he though, son!