Drag the shades across the window
Don¡¯t answer any knock at the door
Keep your hand on the weapon beside you
Keep your eyes out for the law
Don¡¯t you know and you gotta be all you can be
We¡¯re told to run towards the future
While they¡¯re standing on our feet
And be content with the scraps that they throw us
After promising a feast
If you didn¡¯t have a gun then I wouldn¡¯t need a gun