Agyarország (én Vagyok a Törvény)

Cars cruising around, Ukrainian enforcers
30-40 mil and a couple armed gorillas
Whoever's digging through the container, Hollywood Boulevard
Would be the third floor, four, where you take the elevator down in the morning
Let’s see what this city’s like, a billionaire or two
Everyone’s scared of their every fart, they bought everything by the pound
Western ads, Hungarian tunes, in front of the TV, all those idiots
They’ll believe anything, could be Black Jesus, living Elvis

In the hotel room, waiting for the priciest hooker in the area
Champagne and caviar, everyone gets their share
I live in a time when only the body matters, not the soul
Nothing’s free, if you’ve got nothing, what the hell can you believe in?
Where the government is, there’s gas, clutch, gear shift, don’t talk back
If I were satisfied, maybe I wouldn’t be burned out
Maybe this is an exaggeration, but there aren’t many moves left
No more pardons, here comes my sword

I am the gun in the chamber, I am the bullet
I am the beast, the man here, I am the law
I am the gun in the chamber, I (myself) am the bullet
I am the beast, the man here, I am the law

For money, anyone will do anything, you’d better save yourself
No matter how many cops are here, order won’t come from that
Neither the FBI, nor NASA, nor the mall, nor God’s house
Can offer you shelter if the bullet’s meant for you
From the radio, the pus is pouring, there’s no damn place to go
Every day the same song, you don’t know what to do with yourself
Life’s a dream, wake up when morning comes
I’ll hold the flag here, my sword

I am the gun in the chamber, I am the bullet
I am the beast, the man here, I am the law
I am the gun in the chamber, I (myself) am the bullet
I am the beast, the man here, I am the law