Thick fur for thin morals
Fastened tight, like a jaw that never loosens
Charms stolen off a foe, a friend and mummy dearest
A vintage piece from Florentine d'Alesso's first collection
The last thing you want from these is a kick in the chest
Shields you from dust storms and hides your nasty teeth
Cut deep.
Healed poorly.
Worn proudly.
"Stared right into the sun, I did!"
Dented, rusted, reliable -- just like the rogue wearin' it
