I hope they send you to siberia

I hope they eat your infant son

I hope I never hear from ya

When you’re on the run

I hope you fall so far from grace

Nobody can recognize your face

I hope the blood dries on all your cash

So you always have to watch your back

No more beady-eyed daggers

No more drunken staggers

No more ambulance surprises

No more 2 PM sun rises