The sky grew dark as the rumble filled the sky,

The sound of gravel, a black car in the drive,

c silver smile, but with violence in his eye,

No dirt on his armani shoes, or his silken tie,

He said son, have I got an offer for you....

I heard you have a couple bills past due....

He handed over his card, like it was a gift,

In these hard times son, you could use a lift,

Tellin the time from, the rolex on his wrist,

Minutes are money son, your only 3rd on this list,

Isn't this land pretty, yes the location is the best

Tending it must be getting old dont you think its time you rest?

cint nothing to threaten, no gun will turn him away,

That demon in armani shoes, he always gets his way

Son ill be back tomorrow, you get to thinking about our chat

I represent progress, you wouldn't want to get in the way of that

He gone take your money

Take your land

Take your soul

Don't you understand

cin't no shotgun shell
Gonna keep him away

It's all going ta hell son and it's here to stay