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(cut and pasted from Reservoir Dogs. Thanks, QT.)

I don’t know what you think you know,
but you’re wrong.
Panic hits you like a bucket of water.
Every nerve in you, your senses,
All the blood in your veins screaming,
“Take off, bail. Bail water. Bail water.
Bail water!”

First thing’s fucking last,
You better wake up and apologize.
You’re not blind,
you’ve just got blood in your eyes.
A psycho ain’t professional, so ride it out
Since all you can do is pray for a quick death now.

“Who started the Chicago fire?”
“I don’t definitely know.”
“Yeah, you got instincts
but that don’t make it fucking so.
All right, ramblers, let’s get ramblin’
Leave the dollars there.
If you want to throw bad looks around,
Throw them in a mirror.”