Dirty Harry

I need a gun
To keep myself among
Poor people
Who 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

I need a gun
To keep myself among
The poor people
Who 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

In my backpack, I got my act right in case you act quite difficult
And your result weaken
With anger and discontent
Some are seekin' and searchin' like Nimoy
I'm a peace-loving decoy, ready for retaliation
I change your whole location to a pine box, six under
Impulsive, don't ask why or 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 drop in pressure
It seems like everybody's out to test ya till they see you break
You can't conceal the hate that consumes you
I'm the reason why you fill up your Isuzu
Chill with your old lady at the tilt
I got a ninety-day extension and I'm filled with guilt
From things done and seen
Your water's from a bottle, mine's from a canteen
At night, I hear the shots ring, so I'm a light sleeper
The cost of life, it seems to get cheaper
Out in the desert with my street sweeper
The war is over, so said the speaker
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 wanna do is dance

(Dance)
(Dance)
(Dance)

I need a gun
To keep myself among