[00:20.18]I need a gun to keep myself from harm
[00:24.93]The poor people are burning in the sun
[00:29.73]But they ain′t got a chance
[00:32.25]They ain′t got a chance
[00:34.89]I need a gun
[00:39.90][00:37.16]Cos all I do is dance
[00:49.88]
[01:05.02]I need a gun to keep myself from harm
[01:09.82]The poor people are burning in the sun
[01:14.80]No, they ain′t got a chance
[01:17.30]They ain′t got a chance
[01:19.86]I need a gun
[01:22.14]Cos all I do is dance
[01:24.78]Cos all I do is dance
[01:29.68]
[02:10.28]In my backpack
[02:10.87]I got my act right
[02:12.19]In case you act quite difficult
[02:13.63]And yo is so weakin′
[02:16.19]With anger and discontent
[02:17.72]Some are seeking and searching like me, moi
[02:20.53]I′m a peace-loving decoy
[02:21.48]Ready for retaliation
[02:23.64]I change the whole occasion to a pine box six-under
[02:26.42]Impulsive don′t ask wild wonder
[02:28.50]Orders given to me is:
[02:30.05]strike and I′m thunder
[02:31.29]with lightning fast reflexes on constant alert
[02:33.47]from the constant hurt that seems
[02:35.69]limitless with no dropping pressure
[02:37.39]Seems like everybody′s out to test ya
[02:39.81]til they see your brake
[02:40.99]They can′t conceal the hate
[02:42.73]That consumes you
[02:43.56]I′m the reason why you flipped your soosa
[02:45.76]
[02:46.14]Chill with your old lady at the tilt
[02:48.29]I got a 90 days digit
[02:49.84]And I′m filled with guilt
[02:51.07]From things that I′ve seen
[02:52.41]Your water′s from a bottle
[02:53.65]mine′s from a canteen
[02:54.68]At night I hear the shots
[02:55.86]Ring so I′m a light sleeper
[02:57.95]The cost of life
[02:58.98]it seems to get cheaper
[02:59.72]out in the desert with my street sweeper
[03:02.34]The war is over
[03:03.05]So said the speaker with the flight suit on
[03:06.58]Maybe to him I′m just a pawn
[03:07.44]So he can advance
[03:11.02]Remember when I used to dance
[03:13.03]Man, all I want to do is dance
[03:29.63]I need a gun to keep myself from harm

I need a gun to keep myself from harm
The poor people are burning in the sun
But they ain′t got a chance
They ain′t got a chance
I need a gun
Cos all I do is dance
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
In my backpack
I got my act right
In case you act quite difficult
And yo is so weakin′
With anger and discontent
Some are seeking and searching like me, moi
I′m a peace-loving decoy
Ready for retaliation
I change the whole occasion to a pine box six-under
Impulsive don′t ask wild 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 dropping pressure
Seems like everybody′s out to test ya
til they see your brake
They can′t conceal the hate
That consumes you
I′m the reason why you flipped your soosa
Chill with your old lady at the tilt
I got a 90 days digit
And I′m filled with guilt
From things that I′ve seen
Your water′s from a bottle
mine′s from a canteen
At night I hear the shots
Ring so I′m a light sleeper
The cost of life
it seems to get cheaper
out in the desert with my street sweeper
The war is over
So said the speaker with the flight suit on
Maybe to him I′m just a pawn
So he can advance
Remember when I used to dance
Man, all I want to do is dance
I need a gun to keep myself from harm