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Just pickin' wild berries, gettin' stung by honey bees The Lord above and the devil below havin' a fight inside of me Thinkin' ' bout my gun, maybe
Why all these bugles crying for squads of young men drilled To kill and to be killed and waiting by this train? Why the orders loud and hoarse, why
Never forget that you are loved You know that you are loved Lil Bobby got a gun now, age fifteen Destined to spend his life inside a cage
This ain´t for the ones That just love for fun That just love and run That just hold the gun This is for Those that bleed That want but have
the middle men for the guns to prey upon You've seen the fires in the night, watched the Devil as he smiles You've heard a mother's mournful cry as she
I'm back I'm back in the saddle again I'm back I'm back in the saddle again Ridin' into town alone by the light of the moon I'm lookin' for
guns away it''s tea time Water bombs and tea towel tired mums Looking for a little me time Close your eyes and count to thirty five You may never
Fuck that shit, 'cause I ain't the one For a punk motherfucker with a badge and a gun To be beatin' on, and thrown in jail We can go toe to toe in
you know, they're all grown up and then You're huntin' by yourself again Well, I've heard 'em say these days don't last I know the years are gonna
These creations were here from the beginrung So accept them for what they're worth For all good thing in life are free Like liberty for you and for me
At home there are seventeen-year-old boys and their idea of fun Is being in a gang called 'The Disciples' High on crack and totin' a machine gun Time
out (I-I-I-I, I-I-I-I) It could burn out (I, I) 'Cause they got the cages, they got the boxes (I-I-I-I, I-I-I-I) And guns, they are the hunters, we
Farewell, Angelina, the bells of the crown Are being stolen by bandits, I must follow the sound The triangle tingles and the trumpets play slow
We are having a party Dancing to the music Played by the D.J. On the radio The cokes are in the ice box Popcorn's on the table Me and my baby
the suit has just bought a new car From the profit he's made on your dreams But today you just read that the man was shot dead By a gun that didn't make
At home there are seventeen-year-old boys and their idea of fun Is being in a gang called 'The Disciples' High on crack and totin' a machine gun Time
contacts in emotional chemistry? With an iron fist in a velvet glove We are sheltered under the gun In the glory game on the power train Thy kingdom's
[Dogs barking] [Cop] there they are [Bizzy] Shit..come on nigga come on nigga run for it nigga make.. [Cop] Freeze motherfucker! [Bizzy] Shit...
you killed on purpose Liars brag, you put work in You ain't mean to murk him, your gun's a virgin Streets are full of them, read the bulletin Accident
is embarrassed and I must be gone" Well, machine guns are roaring and the puppets heave rocks While the fiends nail time bombs to the hands
I can see what's coming for me By the way that it's bending the pines Brother, me and these eighteen wheels Are gonna hammer on down the line
don't even know what they're dying for We can't trust you when you take a stand With a gun and bible in your hand And the cold expression on your face
to hide A place for me to hide Can you find me soft asylum I can't make it anymore The Man is at the door Peppermint, miniskirts, chocolate candy
all that stuff You go and crack the guns I heard about it enough Hey yo ? are you really gonna sign ? Take that I'm the ? Tattoo up in a whit
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