I need a gun to keep myself from harm
The poor people are burning in the sun
No, they ain't got a chance
They ain't got a chance
I need a gun
Cos all I do is dance
Cos all I do is dance

I'm a peace-loving decoy
Ready for retaliation
I change your whole location to pine box/six-under
Impulsive don't ask why I 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

I need a gun to keep myself from harm
The poor people are burning in the sun
No, they ain't got a chance
They ain't got a chance
I need a gun
Cos all I do is dance
Cos all I do is dance
Cos all I do is dance
Cos all I do is dance