Jack rising — Episode 1

Look at them Just cattle dancing in the dark And the wolves who own them are upstairs This gets you past the private guard Good job, my pet You're out of your depth, stray Jesus, Jack You really are a monster You got lost, stray This is a private feast I'm taking the club, John Get off my couch 80% You are an employee now, John And the supply? We can't feed a VIP room on crumbs I've got the transit blind spots We own the supply The street level cuts are ready Do we move them? Pour me a drink first, John Then we talk The Primarch knows nose We have 24 hours to vacate We're dead You can't fight the high council Tell them to send more guards!