Travis Bickle

Well all the junkies they know my name And every city looks the f**king same And the derelicts the street are all insane And the scum surges up and there's no one to f**king 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 hope for sale But there's no f**king 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 ma*ses, Polluted and incapacitated crippled ma*ses 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 f**king done!