Fair To Midland

Reach. go on.
Hands don't match,
Go and find the bars that make us hunger,
Maybe with knots and uniforms,
And if i may add,
Well i've got a big gun,
And i know just who i'm gonna use it on,
Maybe it'll make for the better.
The beggar always has his strength,
His ambition is tapped,
Always occupied on the john,
While he's there let's take advantage.