Hey, Mr. Johnson, man—
did you think I’d just walk away?
I have done your dirty work,
and I’m gonna get fuckin’ paid!
Round after round..
Cutting them down..
Hey, Mr. Johnson, man—
yeah, I guess I took the bait,
but there ain’t enough goons in the fuckin’ world
that they could ever keep you safe.
Round after round..
Cutting them down..
All over town..
JOHNNY CRANK THAT SHIT TO TEN!
Four more bullets; six more men!
COUNTLESS EMPTY CASINGS SPENT!
Powder burns and killing hands!
WILL NOT BREAK—WILL NOT BEND!
Called you out, and I’ll say it again—
ONLY WAY THAT THIS WILL END!
I want my fistful of nuyen.
Maybe I should have walked away.
Will I live to see another day?
Out of rounds… and options, too…
All that I’ve left to do…
I’ve got to take this hand-to-hand!
This wasn’t in the fucking plan!
Just two left, so make a stand—
just two more left to reach the man!
Then they come on the attack—
the first one falls lifeless and slack!
Last one now—no turning back—
not until I feel his neck
snap.
Hey, Mr. Johnson, man—
we’re the only ones left alive.
It’s you and me and my bone lacing
under the neon killing lights.
Round after round..
You’re going down!
JOHNNY CRANK THAT SHIT TO TEN!
No more bullets; one more man!
COUNTLESS EMPTY CASINGS SPENT!
Powder burns and killing hands!
WILL NOT BREAK—WILL NOT BEND!
Do I have to say it again?
ONLY WAY THAT THIS WILL END!
Surrounded by your dying friends
in your blown out BTL den—
I’ll take what I am owed, then,
from your cold, dead fist full of nuyen.
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It's hard to pick a favourite track. This is the only album i have so far deemed as "perfect", where every track, even the intro, is just a masterpiece in its own right. From the hard hitting Perturbator's Theme to the emotional title track, its 68 minutes of perfection. 10/10. connivingkhajiit