Travis Bickle

Well all the junkies they know my name
And every city looks the fucking same
And the derelicts the street are all insane
And the scum surges up and theres no one to fucking blame

Game over its no fun
Got me on the run
Im gonna go get my gun
Blam, blam, blam youre done
Game over its no fun
Got me on the run
Im gonna go get my gun
Blam, blam, blam, youre done

All the prostitutes who run around midnight
And the junkies and hypes are all trying to get tight
Theyre all trying to find some hope for sale
But theres no fucking way outta this hell

Game over its no fun
Got me on the run
Im gonna go get my gun
Blam, blam, blam, youre done
Game over its no fun
Got me on the run
Im gonna go get my gun
Blam, blam, blam, youre 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 masses, Polluted and incapacitated crippled masses

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 its no fun
Got me on the run
Im gonna go get my gun
Blam, blam, blam, youre done

Yeah! You're fucking done!