Under The Gun
Explain a little more to me
Why I should give a shit
About anything you gotta say
Your breath just makes me sick
If were gonna die we might as well commit a crime
Hot headed
Hate driven
And had to much to drink
Keep Revvin those engines
Let’s take this to the streets
I got one fist for you
Or a hand to shake
Take you pick or well knock you down
I got one fist for you
Or a hand to shake
Take you pick or well knock you out clean
Rush and roulette one bullet in the chamber
So now your under the gun
What fate awaits you my son
You can run but there’s no where left to hide
So lets play spin the revolver
In exchange for the fire
You got a dying wish
I’m gonna gonna grant your dying wish
You got a dying
So sad it seems its come to this
And I’m thinking about taking you out