Under the Gun

Like a wolf in sheep's 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 Under the gun Nowhere to run Under the gun My brain is starting to squeak I'm so tense and tight, I can't even speak Pissed off, someone's gotta die Tonight! Someone's gotta die Under the gun Nowhere to run Under the gun Nowhere to run Under the gun Nowhere to run Under the gun