Just for the Hell of it

[DarkBuddha]

No more rules.

No more boundaries.

No more routine.

I'm out, I'm free, and I ain't going back.

10 freakin years I sweated in those Texan hellholes. Well it's time I got paid for my efforts. That's right girls and boys, you all bought our wares. Cheap, weren't they? well, you gotta remember the Value Added Tax. Penalties for non-payment are serious - I'm sure you won't want to incur them...

But it ain't all about the credits. You see, in a way, all of you are prisoners. You stick to your trade lanes, shuttling back and forth, and maybe for kicks you'll bust a few rocks. For hours on end. And for what? A bank balance? a bigger cargo belly? just means more taxes to pay my friends!

So lets rip it all up. Forget being slaves to money. Live a little, be FREE. You guys don't know what you got. Well, I'm here to show ya, and if you ain't gonna apreciate it, well I'll take what you got and show you how much fun you COULD have been having.

Oh, one last thing, you know the most satisfying thing a man can ever experience? Putting the scum who locked him and his friends up in the very same hole! The look on their face is priceless. You got it, Bounty Hunters, Navy, Police - time you guys worked a little for the Liberty you love so much. A warm Texan welcome awaits you.

HellRaiser out.