In case you act quite difficult
Some are seeking and searching like me, moi
Chill with your old lady at the tilt
But they ain't got a chance, they ain't got a chance
I need a gun to keep myself from harm
'Cos all I do is dance
I need a gun to keep myself from harm
With lightning fast reflexes on constant alert
And your is so weaken with anger and discontent
I need a gun 'cos all I do is dance
With the flight suit on
I need a gun to keep myself from harm
I'm a peace-loving decoy, ready for retaliation
Out in the desert with my street sweeper
The poor people are burning in the sun
In my backpack, I got my act right
Dance, dance, dance
I change the whole occasion to a pine box six-under
The war is over, so said the speaker
'Til they see your brake
The poor people are burning in the sun
No, they ain't got a chance, they ain't got a chance
'Cos all I do is dance
At night I hear the shots ring, so I'm a light sleeper
Maybe to him I'm just a pawn
I need a gun 'cos all I do is dance
Seems like everybody's out to test ya
Man, all I wanna do is dance
Publisher: GORILLAZ
Songwriters: Damon Albarn, Brian Burton, Jamie Hewlett, Romye Robinson
Orders given to me is 'Strike' and I'm thunder
From the constant hurt that seems limitless
With no dropping pressure
I'm the reason why you flipped your soosa
Impulsive, don't ask wild wonder
The cost of life, it seems to get cheaper
Remember when I used to dance
They can't conceal the hate that consumes you
Your water's from a bottle, mine's from a canteen
From things that I've seen
I got a 90 days digit and I'm filled with guilt
So he can advance