Trevor Philips Enterprises
Verse 1
Born north of the border where the snow bites hard
Cold hands, hot head, deck of marked cards
Mama said nothing, Daddy said less
Learnt early on life’s a stress test
Joined up for the uniform, the runway lights
Almost flew jets, almost slept at night
They said “follow orders”, I said “who’s asking?”
Next thing I know I’m free-range and crashing
Pre-Chorus
I don’t do maybe
I don’t do fair
I do business
Anywhere
Chorus
Trevor Philips Enterprises
No refunds, no apologies
You need it moved, burned, buried, bent
I’m your friendly neighbourhood accident
Trevor Philips Enterprises
Cash up front, don’t ask me why
We deliver pain with a guarantee
And a complimentary alibi
Verse 2
Met a man named Michael — smooth as a lie
Smile like God, dead shark eyes
He sold me dreams, then sold me out
I kept the receipt, I don’t forget accounts
Meth in the desert, blood on the tile
Friends come and go, some stay a while
You can call me savage, you can call me mad
I just don’t pretend I’m something I’m not, lad
Pre-Chorus
I smell fear
I taste fraud
I don’t pray
I nod to God
Chorus
Trevor Philips Enterprises
Family values, twisted ties
We love you hard, we hate you clean
We don’t do guilt — we do extremes
Trevor Philips Enterprises
Borderline ethics, open all hours
If it screams, begs, runs, or prays
You’re paying by the minute, not the day
Bridge (half-time, engine rumble)
They call me psycho
They call me wrong
But I never wrapped murder
In a patriotic song
I don’t wear suits
I don’t shake hands
I just do what everyone else
Only dreams they had the balls to stand
(spoken / shouted)
You lie to sleep —
I scream awake
Verse 3
Yeah I eat strange meat, don’t check the label
Tie a man down if the truth ain’t stable
Ask him nicely, ask him twice
Third time’s tools and very precise
Love’s a problem, loyalty’s worse
Betray me once, I flip the hearse
But cross me clean, I’ll bleed for you
That’s more than most of the good guys do
Final Chorus (double length, full throttle)
Trevor Philips Enterprises
We don’t hide what we are
No halo here, just fire and scars
And a V8 soul in a stolen car
Trevor Philips Enterprises
No heaven, hell, or middle ground
Just one loud truth at a brutal pitch
I’m not the devil — I’m the glitch
Outro (fade with revving engine)
You want clean hands
You want a friend
You want a story
With a nicer end
Wrong number.
Trevor Philips Enterprises.
