Like a wolf in sheep's' clothing
Or a snake in the grass
I've got six bullets
The first could be your last
Could be your last
My mind is hazy
And when they catch me they'll say I'm crazy
You put me down, you brushed me off
Stepped on, pushed and shoved
I'll show you
I've had enough
Under the gun
Nowhere to run
Under the gun
Nowhere to run
Under the gun
Nowhere to run
Under the gun
My brain is starting to squeek
I'm so tense and tight, I can't even speak
Pissed off, someone's gotta die
Tonight!
Someone's gotta die
Under the gun
Nowhere to run
Under the gun
Nowhere to run
Under the gun
Nowhere to run
Under the gun

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