Ronnie wants to shove me in the wood chipper.
I've intruded with your consent, I thought he gave me his
He treating me like the tax collector.
I came in with the thermal vision, and your the warmest object in the room.

I'm the one with the plot.
I blew up the city.
And when he is through with me, he'll toss me in the sea.

We will give him the slip.
Then a parade of hate.
And then we are off to the sunset,
all filmed on your dad's old Super 8.