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