Unknown as of yet
Dark giggle goggles
one jiggers hand on triggers with doc holiday cool

They tell me to make my mark on the world
To leave for others to see
But I'm too busy checkin everything out in the dark
With the light of technology
And sportin a cool pair of shades.
My hand touches everything except what I need
And yet I bring homemade to the fire
They like that.
I do what I do, or not
And nothing can stop me
Except of course, my eventual death.