Sittin' in a bar with my bud Ales, somewhere in Praha ... Am I lost, or just looking for the meaning? Low lights, people all around us speaking Czech. Yes, I don't completely understand. Yes, I'm pissed off about the stolen car. Yes, I am wearing a grimace. Little do they know that inside I've got that steely reserve, that frosty balance that knows that I'll see this one through, been here before. But looks can be deceiving, I suppose. Seems I'm a-gonna catch them guys and rip 'em a new one. Bastards! Thieves! But revenge ain't my thing. Never was - I'm a jolly rrrocker. Live and let live, let autos be damned (this means swiped, cast into nothingness). Notwithstanding, he looks over at me, at my face, and says, "Ice cold killer ..."
-Todd