Trigger-boy, I know   You love more and more   The clouds and plains are swept away, I know      The foolish never last   Your friends are true and honest men, I know   We’ll drink to that some day   Timeless fright and mindless might      Your sweet apache 65   Your waste of   Your useless kind   Your justified   Your sweet apache 65   Your waste of time   Trigger-boy, your charm   Is out to feed the poor      Your smile and might, they want to feel, I know   Your pre-emptive stroke