It was something that I read in a book

About a gang of bandits around a prairie fire

One was going to empty his gun

Into a sleeping man because he snored too loud

Then another one stopped him there

With the tale of two sailors in a smuggler's boat

And the sailors were plenty scared

They saw a dark shape swimming up the Strait of Hormuz

If it was violent

Cause if it's violent, it's understood

And if it's violent

It's all violent

The sailor tried to calm his friend

With a tale of a couple in an apartment

Where the husband was slowly poisoning his wife

His wife was telling night tales to their child

About city cats and country mice

And how the dogs in charge would eat their young

And while they fought each other tooth and claw

The suburban rats would fall down and laugh

If it was violent

Cause if it's violent, it's understood

And if it's violent

It's all violent