He walks with a swagger
That’s something of a front
Wears Savill Row suits
But he feels like a c’nt
There is a dagger in his pocket
Which should not be there
He could eat you for breakfast
Without a care
Quiet as a grave yard
In the middle of the night
You played with him once
His last chance
Blown away
Went from hero
To zero
In your eyes
Was waybegone
But had the grit to carry on
A white flag
Tied to my gun
Except peace
A’int much fun to me
I do whatever it takes
To get things done
My name is Ten Bears
Only strength cares
Survival walk free
