Tank

That metal clanking by your hip

Is it there for your protection?

Or to make you loom tough

Like you’re ready for a world of trouble.

I guess that’s your life already.

You’re so sentimental,

Attached to that old belt

You refuse to throw out

Is that silver buddy

Magnum, your only friend

And your partners .44

Now no one can approach you

Or else Bam!

Ah, the glint of blood in the sunlight

Must really make your day

You make so much of it anyway.

An arm blown off a body

Doesn’t spoil your appetite much

Or does it?

Tough guy, huh?

Well, say hello to my little friend,

And I’ll show you the meaning of pain.