Cleaning My Gun

I keep a weather eye on the horizon, back to the wall I like to know who's coming through the door, that's all It's the old army training kicking in I'm not complaining, it's the world we live in Blarney and Malarkey, they're a devious firm Take you to the cleaners and let you burn The help is breaking dishes in the kitchen, thanks a lot We hired the worst dishwasher this place ever got Hidden below the radar They want to spoil our fun In the meantime I'm cleaning my gun Remember it got so cold ice froze up the tank We lit a fire beneath her just so she would crank Keep a weather eye on the horizon Tap the stone glass now and then We got a case of old damnation For when you get here, my friend We can have ourselves A party before they come In the meantime I'm cleaning my gun We had women and a mirror ball, we had a DJ He used to eat pretty much all that came his way Ever since the goons came in took apart the place I keep a tire iron in the corner just in case Hang a little magic bullet on a little chain Keep me safe from the chilly winds and out of the rain We're gonna might need bullets should we get stuck Any which way, we're gonna need a little luck You can still get gas in heaven And drink in kingdom come In the meantime I'm cleaning my gun