I want to steal your sunshine,
and place it in the hands of my pocket watch.
Leave you waiting for the blast from the nuclear winter.
I want to pull the moon down,
and load it in the barrel of my revolver.
Leave you waiting for the splash from the tidal wave.
I want to take your last breath,
and pack it in the bowl of my smoke pipe.
Leave you waiting for the burst from the ozone window.