Lyrics:

I was hitchin' to Morocco
When I rode into Marseilles
Thinkin' about the Francs that I didn't have
There was only one place to stay hey hey

Bedpan for a pillow
My body on the stone cold floor
I was woken up by the smell of piss
And a knock at my back door back door yeah

I was on my feet in a heartbeat
Outnumbered two to one
The lame motherfucker pulled a knife on me
It's time to get it on

Stand up, load up, and fire away now
If you think you've got a chance take a shot now
I've got a, a bullet, with your name on
If you think you've got a chance take a shot son
You brought a knife to a gunfight
So fuck you

I just don't care about money
I've been ripped off all my life
I ain't scared of you sonny
It's not the first time I've seen a knife
And so the story goes there's a lesson to be learned
If you fuck with a six foot German punk you're gonna get hurt
You're gonna get hurt

Stand up, load up, and fire away now
If you think you've got a chance take a shot now
I've got a, a bullet, with your name on
If you think you've got a chance take a shot son
You brought a knife to a gunfight
So fuck you

Stand up, load up, and fire away now
If you think you've got a chance take a shot now
I've got a, a bullet, with your name on
If you think you've got a chance take a shot son
You brought a knife to a gunfight
So fuck you

Stand up, load up, and fire away now
If you think you've got a chance take a shot now
I've got a, a bullet, with your name on
If you think you've got a chance take a shot son
You brought a knife to a gunfight
So fuck you