Crack Hitler

Flying Flight 8-1-0 to Miami

Now boarding Gate 12

Sink the eight ball

Buy the lady a drink

And nobody knows my name

Bodies float above

From the bottom of the river

Like bubbles in fine champagne

He's the one, no doubt

Walking on a tight rope

He's the one, no doubt

Got a gash on my head

And a grin on my face

And a shadow called danger

Hidin' in the sheets

And on the streets

In the hearts of every stranger

Here he comes, look out

We're depending on you

Here he comes, look out

Sweat on the brow

And a tap on the phone

And lives are on the line

Pick up the briefcase

On a high speed chase

Breathin' by the roll of the dice

Reachin' up to the top

Teach the world a lesson

Reachin' up to the top

In regards to my usage of the drug

It modified my personality

To the extent that I was highly irritable

"I was like a crack Hitler"

Keep up the fight

(And in the wink of an eye)

Never give up

Look out

Look out

Look out

Look out