Travis Bickle

Well all the junkies they know my name And every city looks the fucking same And the derelicts the street are all insane And the scum surges up and there's no one to fucking blame Game over it's no fun Got me on the run I'm gonna go get my gun Blam, blam, blam you're done Game over it's no fun Got me on the run I'm gonna go get my gun Blam, blam, blam, you're done All the prostitutes who run around midnight And the junkies and hypes are all trying to get tight They're all trying to find some fucking hope for sale But there's no fucking way outta this hell Game over it's no fun Got me on the run I'm gonna go get my gun Blam, blam, blam, you're done Game over it's no fun Got me on the run I'm gonna go get my gun Blam, blam, blam, you're done Allegiance to scum promising nothing to a world that's lost strife and conflict, encounters with the devil, Incarnate destruction and annihilation in the city, Acquaducts of blood, Alleyways extort and uproot the forgotten dead, Polluted and incapacitated crippled masses, Polluted and incapacitated crippled masses Game over it's no fun Got me on the run I'm gonna go get my gun Blam, blam, blam, you're done Game over it's no fun Got me on the run I'm gonna go get my gun Blam, blam, blam, you're done Yeah! You're fucking done!