I'd rather stay well-armed, and safe from harm.

Walk the streets with mace, a brass-ring, or whatever I need.
To stay far, far, far away.
From "thee."

Bullies smile.
While I dress in style and blow you all away.

Count 'em
Forty-three.
Do you want forty-six,
Or to just drink another forty.

I'm sure, someone knows that number.
Like Hicock in-between
Lied-about dates and times
And a media-altered history

I carry my sun
Like I carry only one
And all I know
Is the law of one.

Rah!
Like that,
And zap.
You're not even able to run.
From behind the screen ..
No monitors.
A one-way screen.
One way connection.
And Seth,
The death machine.