Ready Men

We got some unions All I got are these molls And I want to use them What do you say, boss? Your boss, my boss You are my job I am a gun thug You are my job You've got your principles I've got bills to pay You've got your lovers I've got mouths to feed Your boss is my boss You are my job I am a gun thug This is my job We are the ready men We are the strong Men who are lovers Men who drink wine We are the ready men We are the strong We are the smart ones You are wrong We are the ready men We are the strong Men with our lovers Men who drink wine We are the ready men We are the ready men