As I went walking through the city
All I could see were Lobsters and Guns
On the side of the bus
On top of the hill
All that there was
Were Lobsters and Guns
Oh, they say it does not matter
But to the little boys it does
Now it's our fate, now it's our voice
The only choice
Lobsters and Guns
Oh, they say it's what we ask for
But they've got no better things to sell
Now it's our fate, now it's our voice
The only choice
Lobsters and Guns
