I Need A A Gun To Keep Himself From Harm the Poor People Are Burning In The Sun but They Ain't Got A Chance they Ain't Got A Chance i Need A Gun cos All I Do Is Dance cos All I Do Is Dance
i Need A Gun To Keep Myself From Harm the Poor People Are Burning In The Sun no, They Ain't Got A Chance they Ain't Got A Chance i Need A Gun cos All I Do Is Dance cos All I Do Is Dance
in My Backpack i Got My Act Right in Case You Act Quite Difficult and Your Result Weakin' with Anger And Discontent some Are Seeking In Search Of Like Nimoy
i'm A Peace-Loving Decoy ready For Retaliation i Change Your Whole Location To Pine Boxsix-Under impulsive Don't Ask Why I Wonder orders Given To Me Is strike And I'm Thunder With Lightning Fast Reflexes On Constant Alert from The Constant Hurt That Seems Limitless With No Drop In Pressure
it Seeming Like Everybody Is Out To Test Ya 'til They See You Break you Can't Conceal The Hate that Consumes You i'm The Reason Why You Fill Up Your Isuzu chill With Your Old Lady At The Tilt i Got A 90 Day Etxtition and I'm Filled With Guilt from Things That I've Seen your Water's From A Bottle mine's From A Canteen
at Night I Hear The Shots ring So I'm A Light Sleeper the Cost Of Life Seem To Get Cheaper out In The Desert with My Street Sweeper the War Is Over so Said The Speaker, with A Flight Suit On maybe To Him I'm Just A Pawn so We Can Advance remember When We Use To Dance all I Want To Do Is Dance