Ready Men

We got some unions

All I got are these molls

And I want to use them

What do you say, boss?

Your boss, my boss

You are my job

I am a gun thug

You are my job

You've got your principles

I've got bills to pay

You've got your lovers

I've got mouths to feed

Your boss is my boss

You are my job

I am a gun thug

This is my job

We are the ready men

We are the strong

Men who are lovers

Men who drink wine

We are the ready men

We are the strong

We are the smart ones

You are wrong

We are the ready men

We are the strong

Men with our lovers

Men who drink wine

We are the ready men

We are the ready men