Place the money on the counter And your hands upon your head Take kindly to this robbery And no one ends up dead
You see, I am the steel-toothed madman You should tell it to your friends My reputation goes before me As the madman of the west
Now my name is Pacey Singer Don’t follow me, follow me, You see my heart is full of darkness Traded my soul for money, I was the son of a magician Who stole money from the blind, You could say it runs in the family I’m more P.C. with my crimes
My complexion’s kind of gritty Lost my teeth when I was nine, Don’t have a problem with the women When your wallet’s full like mine
Now my name is Pacey Singer Don’t follow me, follow me, You see my heart is full of darkness Traded my soul for money, Now I can’t leave without shooting At least one of you folks here, And it’s not based upon my prejudice But the color of your hair
You see I am a nice guy really But sadly, that’s a lie, And I apologize wholeheartedly That someone has to die
Now my name is Pacey Singer Don’t follow me, follow me You see my heart is full of darkness Traded my soul for money Now my name is Pacey Singer Now my name is Pacey Singer Now my name is Pacey Singer Don’t follow me, follow me You see my heart is full of darkness Traded my soul for money