I have a dream...
...most nights.
It starts on a playground.
And there's kids, you know, swinging,
and they're laughing.
There are dogs barking,
butterflies just flapping their little wings.
And then you hear a rumbling...
...and over the horizon
comes a black cloud...
...and it's made of cancer...
...and pus.
It starts sweeping over the playground.
And everyone starts screaming
and clawing their eyes...
...and pulling at their hair,
and saying, "Help! What do we do?"
And you know what happens next?
Out steps me...
...wielding the biggest fucking shotgun
you've ever seen in your life.
And you know what I do?
I blow every fucking thing away.
And I am getting God's work done.
When it's all over and the dust has settled,
the whole world gathers below me...
...and they say, "Thank you, Ronnie,
thank you for helping...
...being a great man
and doing this for us."
And you know what I say?
"You don't need to thank me.
I'm just a guy with a gun.
I'm just a cop."