The Chairman and The Bloody Handguns

By: C.R. Diamond

Spoken:
“Hey you. Mother Fucker!”
“Oh Shit”
“That’s right, get the fuck on the ground.”
“Can’t we talk this over?”
“We already did, and then you took our money”
"Well that was.”
“I’ve just come to pay you back. Interest.”

Guitar entrance

Investment and profit plant the seed
Of corporation and business greed
And that’s not exactly a bad thing
Because you know that cash is king

Why was lying to us a must?
What you did had no excuse
So shooting me had no use
We thought that we had your trust

Chairman, Chairman we were with you
One hundred percent of the way
At gunpoint chairman what will you do
To see the light of another day

Everyone watch how fast he runs
Once a friend, but now a foe
I wonder how far he will go
It’s the chairman and the bloody handguns

Hey!
I promise he will pay.
For every cent he robbed from us
He’ll pay in cash, in blood or pus

Hey!
No matter what he will say?
If tries to bargain for his life
We’ll gut him with a knife

Hey!

Why did he have to betray?
We had a deal fair and square
Cut him, kill him, I don’t care

You fucked over the wrong people sir
Your vision must had been quite a blur
We’re not the mob, Yakuza, Triads or the Huns
You’re the chairman we are the bloody handguns

You try to run. You try to flee
Your flight is your guilty plea
There will be no more discourse
For you we have no remorse

Now its time for your end
Our decision, do not try to bend
We won’t make it sugarcoated
The Bloody Handguns are loaded