White powder. Revolver A scent of gasoline here You catch a glimpse of silouettes behind a blue curtain They're shimmering in the candlelight Come on in
Here I sit with a plan Somewhere in the big city You won't believe it before you see it You can be the next to come out on a stretcher But that depends on a couple of small things
You give me your hand You can have everything you ask for Ten grand for everything Five for pepper and five for salt
Give me salt and pepper
My plan lies on ice My Plan has burst That's the time right before the explosion I'm sorry, but this doesn't work I have a revolution in my bag But it depends on a couple of small things