Lyrics:
Spent all he had and famine come in the land
Said, "I believe I'll go and hire me to some man"
And that'll be the way I'll get along
Well, man said,
for hire
Say what the hell
Say what the hell, hang fire
Hang fire, hang fire, hang fire, put it on the wire, baby
Hang fire, hang fire, hang fire,
the time rolls around for me to lay down and die
I bet I'll have to go and hire me someone to cry
Ev'rybody's lonesome for somebody else
nobody is
a BB gun
Or an alley cat with room to run
Who could bring 'em down like they was out for hire
Yeah, he could pick 'em off like a bird on a wire
He
Well, when the time rolls around for me to lay down and die
I bet I'll have to go and hire me someone to cry
Everybody's lonesome for somebody else
Well, when the time rolls around for me to lay down and die
I bet I'll have to go and hire me someone to cry
Everybody's lonesome for somebody else
and use it wisely my friend
when your empty faith catches fire
You just put your soul for hire
And in looking for we're guilty
don't point your finger
I saw you shout up to the heavens
You said oh lord bring me Armageddon
Stockpiled guns and nuclear weapons
For a price we'll give you our protection
For years I've been busting my rear to make a living
But it ain't made
For years I've been trying to pay off my bills
But they ain't paid
Oh
Spent all he had and famine come in the land
Said, "I believe I'll go and hire me to some man"
And that'll be the way I'll get along
Well, man said,
I saw you shout up to the heavens
You said oh lord bring me Armageddon
Stockpiled guns and nuclear weapons
For a price we'll give you our protection
out of control
Deflect the blame, for political gain
Gunz 4 hire, gunz 4 hire
Gunz 4 hire, gunz 4 hire
The game has changed but we remain the same
him with a gun
No need for the Black Maria
Goodbye to the Brixton sun
You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh,
me oh my oh
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou
Jambalaya and crawfish pie and filé gumbo
For tonight, I'ma gonna see my ma cher a mio
to ease up
I want to rock now
Comply or get shot down
I know
You goin hire some cops now
Coca
Sun down to sun up
Kily Cartel use to be a runner
D Boy
Stamp
the time rolls around for me to lay down and die
I bet I'll have to go and hire me someone to cry
Everybody's lonesome for somebody else but nobody's
Lookin' for a thrill
You'll get it my way
Let's hit the highway
I'll take you down
Shoot out in the night
Lookin' for action
The main
Have gun will travel, reads the card of a man
A knight without armor in a savage land
His fast gun hire, heeds the calling wind
A soldier
Sell the kids for food
Weather changes moods
Spring is here again
Reproductive glands
He's the one
Who likes all our pretty songs
And he
into the eyes of a deep wiseguy
Prodigy turnin niggas to protoges
My protege I advise ya ass to make way
Make way for fully auto gun spray
You're
hire us to sing the background parts
You can have the things you want
If you know what you're lookin' for
There's a world of possibilities
All
Betting on the pelicans
My cardigans made out of lamb skins
Pussy
Got no time for your shenanigans
Gun shot leave him stiff  like a manikins
See me
Have gun will travel, reads the card of a man
A knight without armor in a savage land
His fast gun hire, heeds the calling wind
A soldier
Welle was hire mete.
What was hire mete?
The primerole and the
The primerole and the
Welle was hire mete.
What was hire mete?
The primerole
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