All right, all right. I hope you son of bitches see the light. You again, you again. I know you've got a mental age of ten. Listen up, listen up. I wouldn't swap you for a thousand bucks.
I'll be the salt that resides. From the water that drains from your eyes. The sting that burns your open wounds. . I'll flood the ground. I swear on your grave I'll bury this town.