Place the money on the counter
And your hands upon your head
Take kindly to this robbery
And no one ends up dead
You see, I am the steel-toothed madman
You should tell it to your friends
My reputation goes before me
As the madman of the west
Now my name is Pacey Singer
Don't follow me, follow me,
You see my heart is full of darkness
Traded my soul for money,
I was the son of a magician
Who stole money from the blind,
You could say it runs in the family
I'm (all P.C.?) with my crimes
My complexion's kind of gritty
Lost my teeth when I was nine,
Don't have a problem with the women
When your wallet's full like mine
Now my name is Pacey Singer
Don't follow me, follow me,
You see my heart is full of darkness
Traded my soul for money,
And I can't leave without shooting
At least one of you folks here,
Now it's not based upon my prejudice
But the color of your hair
You see I am a nice guy really
But sadly, that's a lie,
And I apologize wholeheartedly
That someone has to die
Now my name is Pacey Singer
Don't follow me, follow me
You see my heart is full of darkness
Traded my soul for money
Now my name is Pacey Singer
Now my name is Pacey Singer
Now my name is Pacey Singer
Don't follow me, follow me
You see my heart is full of darkness
Traded my soul for money
