right tintin?

Right tintin, right?
You got the guns blaring
the fist going
and the people they launching at another
and it is chaos,
all the people you can not trust in a cartoon world
is so surreal.
But this world is not a cartoon,
but yet it seems because everyone
has their guns and everyone has out for me
No apology! No apology.
No apology.

And it is chaos, all the people you cannot trust, they
must be dust, for the grimm of the light of night,
and they shone sun sunny bright up into the night
playing their art deco music and their little distasterdly dastardly
blues and the tunes just shake the room.
The tunes just  shake the room.

Cause they cannot get along in a probation prohibition swing.
And the fist they blank blare across the room.
And the disaster of disorganization is the tune, of the chaotic boom.
right, tintin?

No guns, no apology and no anything.
No apology.
for the violence up in arms and against me.
There is no resolution to hatred that will never
end as long as their lives extend, right tintin?

Oh, right tintin, run and hide
and run and fall into the traps
and continue on these adventures
for now and forever on.
For now and forever on.
Right tintin, right?