Pistols and Guns

When you come along

With your pistols and your guns

Take a look at me son

Now you tell me what you've done

So you'll save another day under the sun

I just wanna know

What brings you here my boy

As I guess the word is out

My son is back in town

And this ain't no good, no good at all

If you come in my home

You gotta wash your hands

If you take me in your arms

Don't get me wrong

When you come along

With your pistols and your guns

You didn't ask for what you got

But you got it anyway

Life ain't fair, no fair at all

Gunshots on the radio

There's a robbery going on

If nothing gets to you

If nothing's left to loose

Every day, in every way, under the sun

If you come in my home

You gotta wash your dirty hands

If you take me in your arms

Don't get me wrong