I gotta get me a gun
Guns make everything right
The right is all we have left
The left is turning us red
I tear out all of my walls
Walls can hold hidden wires
Wires that tap all my thoughts
Thoughts that tell me there is
Danger, dangerous life, dangerous life
People are made of stares
Stairs that I cannot climb
I climb back into my hole
The whole world's losing their mind
I can't be seen on the street
How did you find out my name?
I gotta get me a gun
Guns protect me from the
Danger, dangerous life, dangerous life
I lead a dangerous life
