I neeeed a gun to keep myself from harm
The poor peo-ple are burning in the sun
But they ain't got a chance, they ain't got a chance
I need a gun, 'cause all I do is dance
'Cause all I do is...dance
[Children's Choir San Fernandez Youth Chorus]
I neeeed a gun to keep myself from harm
The poor peo-ple are burning in the sun
No they ain't got a chance, they ain't got a chance
I need a gun, 'cause all I do is dance
'Cause all I do is...dance
[2D ad-libbing and cellos playing]
[Bootie Brown]
In my backpack, I got my act right
In case you act quite difficult
And your result is weakin'
With anger and discontent
Some are seeking and searching like Nimnoy
I'm a peace-loving decoy, ready for retaliation
I change the whole location to a pine box six-under
Impulsive don't ask wild wonder
Orders given to me is strike and I'm thunder
With lightning fast reflexes on constant alert
From the constant hurt that seems limitless with no dropping pressure
Seems like everybody's out to test ya 'til they see your brake
They can't conceal the hate that consumes ya
I'm the reason why you float your ?zooza?
Chill with your old lady at The Tilt
I got a 90 days digit and I'm filled with guilt
From things that I've seen
Your water's from a bottle, mine's from a canteen
At night I hear the shots ring so I'm a light sleep-a
The cost of life, it seems to get cheap-a
Out in the desert with my street sweep-a
"The war is over", so said the speak-a
With the flight suit on, maybe to him I'm just a pawn...
So he can advance
Remember when I used to dance
Man, all I want to do is dance
[Children's Choir San Fernandez Youth Chorus with 2D as-libs]
DAAAANCE!!
DAAAANCE!!
DAAAANCE!!
I need a gun to keep myself from harm
[weird noises occurs as it fades to "Feel Good Inc."]
