I need a gun
to keep
myself among
the poor people
who are
burning in
the sun
But they ain't
got a chance
They ain't
got a chance
I need a gun
'Cause all I
do is dance
'Cause all I
do is dance
I need a gun
to keep
myself among
the poor people
who are
burning in
the sun
But they ain't
got a chance
They ain't
got a chance
I need a gun
'Cause all I
do is dance
'Cause all I
do is dance
In my backpack
I got my
act right
in case you
act quite difficult
And your result
weaken with anger
and discontent
Some are seeking
in search of
like Nimoy
I'm a peace-loving decoy
ready for retaliation
I change
the whole occasion
to a pine box
six under
Impulsive don't ask
why or 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
dropping pressure
Seems like
everybody's 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
ninety-day extension
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
it seems to
get cheaper
Out in the
desert with my
street sweeper
The war is over
so said
the speaker
with the flight
suit on
Maybe to him
I'm just a pawn
so he can advance
Remember when I
used to dance
Man all I wanna
do is dance
I need a gun
to keep
myself among