This mister strolls into some town

This mister strides into some shitty township



Like Moses

The people like the Red Sea

Like Moses

The townfolk like the Red Sea



My mistake, he does not stroll

He does not stride

He smokes into town, goddamn



Like dust with boots on

He's looking around and it's making him smile

He's pushing them around

Because it makes him smile

These bastards' disgrace is conspicuous

They creep away