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Lyrics
Give me a gun!
Give me a gun cause bombs and guns are really fun
I've lost my job, my moneys gone, I live like a slob
I've got no home, only streets to roam, live so alone
I'm barely alive, I feed on cats to survive
My wife left me my kids are dead
All this guilt is in my head
I can't go on living like this
I wish that I was dead, I wish
Give me a gun, I'll kill a nun, just wait and see
Give me a gun, I'll shoot a cop to be on TV
Nothing could be more fun than a shooting spree
Once again I find myself back on TV
Guns are fun so much neato fun fun fun
Better run, I got a gun
Come on down and join the fun, whoopie
Food for thought
I just want to eat some pills
Little ones, big ones get my fill
Don't matter what kind cause I'll be buying them
Up or down, I rely on them
Little red ones
Quaaludes
And the beauties
I gotta get gotta gotta get gotta gonna get some pills
I just wanna eat pills, kill the pain
Makes me smart, speeds up my brain
Kids at school lining up and buying them
Day or night, I'll be selling them
Little cross tops
Pink hearts
And vicodin
I gotta get gotta gotta get gotta gonna get some pills
Garbage, a perfect example of uninteresting poetry
Real life was never like this
The door opened as I fell through
Minds of man like piss
Learning is a thing of the past
The door has opened and closed
I'm locked inside this outside world
Why the fuck, no one knows
Why the fuck am I trapped like this?
World of forgotten minds
Living on parallel lines
Forgotten people of the past
In the human race, I came out last
I've been left behind
Left behind with human kind
I want to go away
I'm with these people every day
Human kind was left behind
And I don't want to be here
Human kind was left behind
And I don't want to be here
World of forgotten minds
Living on parallel lines
Forgotten people of the past
In the human race, I came out last
Up your bum
Worked all day go out get a pint tonight
The mods show up on Camden, gonna be a fight
Oppression from society on my back, Maggie you'll see
Got no worries cause I got no quid in a neighborhood full of unfriendly faces
Oi oi oi
Oi oi oi
'Cause I gotta believe
Oi oi oi
Somethings gotta change, this just ain't right
Ride the tube to the end of the line
I got no job, just plenty of time
Call me a wanker, call me a bum
I'm on the dole, got time for fun
Don't care about time, we've got Big Ben
Toying with bobbies, gobbing on them
I'm flat broke, have you got 10p?
Fuck the system, give me anarchy
Oi oi oi
Oi oi oi
Cause I gotta believe
Oi oi oi
Somethings gotta change, this just ain't right
Society
Don't blame me
Oi oi oi
Oi oi oi
Cause I gotta believe
Oi oi oi!
Writer(s): ARTIS L., JR. IVEY, DAVE GRUSIN, THOMAS FREDRICK BROWNE, THOMASSINA SMITH, SEKOU BUNCH, ADRIAN SEAR, PATRICK ADAMS, SANDRA COOPER
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Exploration Group LLC
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