Gun

Lyrics

Brother man nowadays livin' in the ghetto
 Where the dangers sure enough real
 Well when he's out late at night
 If he's got his head on right
 Well, I lay you 9 to 5 he's walking with steel
 Brother man says he's 'fraid of gangsters
 Messing with people just for fun
 He don't want to be next
 He got a family to protect
 So just last week he bought himself a gun
 Everybody got a pistol
 Everybody got a .45
 And the philosophy seem to be
 At least as near as I can see
 When the other folks give up theirs, I'll give up mine
 This is a violent civilization
 If civilization's where I am
 Every channel that I stop on
 Got a different kind of cop on
 Killing them by the million for Uncle Sam
 But Saturday night just ain't that special
 Yeah, I got the constitution on the run
 'Cause even though we've got the right
 To defend our home, to defend our life
 Got to understand to get it in hand about the guns
 Everybody's got a pistol
 Everybody got a .45
 And the philosophy seems to be
 At least as near as I can see
 When the other folks give up, give up, give up
 I'll give up, I'll give up, sing
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 Saturday night just ain't that special
 Freedom to be afraid is all you want
 Yes if you don't want to be next
 You've got a family to protect
 Nine out of ten, you've got a friend, you've got a gun
 Everybody got a pistol
 Everybody got a .45
 The philosophy seems to be
 At least as near as I can see
 When the other folks give up theirs, I'll give up mine
 Everybody got a pistol
 This must be to please the NRA
 Yeah 'cause when it's time to line up
 You know damn well they're gonna shine up
 Everybody, everybody, everybody
 Everybody, everybody, ta-da-da-da
 Everybody got a little ta-da-da-da
 The philosophy seem to be
 At least as near as I can see
 When the other folks give up theirs, I'll give up mine
 

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Duration
03:59
Key
3
Tempo
105 BPM

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