Under The Gun

Like a wolf
In sheeps' clothing
Or a snake
In the grass
I’ve got six bullets
The first
Could be your last, could be your last
My mind
Is hazy
And when they catch me
They’ll say I’m crazy
You put me down
You brushed me off
Stepped on
Pushed and shoved
I’ll show you
I’ve had enough
Under the gun
Nowhere to run
Under the gun
Nowhere to run
Where you gonna run to?
My brain
Is starting to squeek
I’m so tense and tight
I can’t even speak
Pissed off
Someones gotta die
Tonight!
Under the gun
Nowhere to run
Under the gun
Nowhere to run
Under the gun
Nowhere to run
Under the gun
Nowhere to run