Dad – he works a long day. He'll be coming home late, he's coming home late. And he's bringing me a dark surprise. 'Cause dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed in ice. I've waited for a long time. Yeah, the sleight of my hand is now a quick-pull trigger. I reason with my cigarette and say, "Your hair's on fire, you must have lost your wits, yeah." All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run, outrun my gun! Tumblr Twitter dArt YouTube Team 7 Project