TRAVIS BICKLE

Talk, talking to
Talk, talking to
Talk, talking to
Talking, talking to me (x2)

Then who the hell else are you talking to…
Who the fuck d’you think you're talking to?
Well I'm the only one here with you
You make the move. It's your move...

I am God's lonely man
My life’s taken a turn.
In a long continuous chain,
Days can go over again.

There is nothing but the filth
In this sewer where I live
Never was a choice for me
Now it’s plain to see

Some bad ideas in my head
Suddenly, there is a change
Do I suffer a derange
Or a fucking grange?

Listen fuckers, you screwheads.
Here’s one who would not take.
A man against scum,
Sticked to his gun

Loneliness has followed me my whole life. Everywhere.
In cars, in parks, even in bars... There is no escape… Going nowhere.

Talk, talking to
Talk, talking to
Talk, talking to
Talking, talking to me (x2)

Talk, talking to
Talk, talking to
Talk, talking to
Talking, talking to me (x2)