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