Well I lost my gun for killing,
But I got it back the next day–
Yeah I’ve always been a little crazy,
Mama said I was just born that way…
And I try to do what is right
Yes I try to do what is right
But things are not so right
In my head
Chorus:
Get yer guns, boys,
Get yer guns, girls,
Get yer guns– let’s go to town
Get yer guns, boys,
Get yer guns, girls,
Get yer guns and stand your ground!
Ta ru li yay!
Well it started with the voices
Then it turned into a tick
And then I caught the paranoia,
And I just had to feel the kick
And I try to do what is right
Yes I try to shoot what is right
But the kill puts up a fight
In my head
Chorus
So I went to get my neighbor
Then he went to get his AK
Then we walked down to the police station
Told ‘em to take off for the day,
Then we took off for Main Street
Recruiting mobsters right and left
And we all pledged our allegiance
To the guilty and bereft!
And we try to do what is right
Yes we try to do what is right
We killed everything in our sights…
Chorus
Well this gun was made for killing
Now there’s nothing left to kill–
All I see is dust and desert
And hungry demons at the wheel
And I try to do what is right,
Yes I try to do what is right
But something is not right
Chorus
