Dirty Harry
Lyrics
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 dancefull lyrics...
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 dancefull lyrics...
Features Of This Song
basic rock song structureselectronica influences
rap influences
reggae influences
heavy use of vocal harmonies
repetitive melodic phrasing
a clear focus on recording studio production
paired vocal harmony
melodic string accompaniment
minor key tonality
use of techno synths
subtle use of fender rhodes
prominent synth drums
angry lyrics
political lyrics
These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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Demon Days
2005
I change the whole occasion to a pine box six-under Some are seeking and searching like me, moi At night I hear the shots ring, so I'm a light sleeper But they ain't got a chance, they ain't got a chance The poor people are burning in the sun Songwriters: Damon Albarn, Brian Burton, Jamie Hewlett, Romye Robinson And your is so weaken with anger and discontent Orders given to me is 'Strike' and I'm thunder I'm the reason why you flipped your soosa They can't conceal the hate that consumes you In my backpack, I got my act right I need a gun 'cos all I do is dance I need a gun 'cos all I do is dance With lightning fast reflexes on constant alert I got a 90 days digit and I'm filled with guilt Man, all I wanna do is dance Dance, dance, dance 'Cos all I do is dance I'm a peace-loving decoy, ready for retaliation 'Cos all I do is dance I need a gun to keep myself from harm Remember when I used to dance Seems like everybody's out to test ya I need a gun to keep myself from harm Your water's from a bottle, mine's from a canteen No, they ain't got a chance, they ain't got a chance In case you act quite difficult Maybe to him I'm just a pawn The war is over, so said the speaker I need a gun to keep myself from harm Chill with your old lady at the tilt Impulsive, don't ask wild wonder The poor people are burning in the sun From the constant hurt that seems limitless Out in the desert with my street sweeper With no dropping pressure 'Til they see your brake With the flight suit on From things that I've seen So he can advance The cost of life, it seems to get cheaper Publisher: GORILLAZ


