Well all the junkies they know my name

And every city looks the fucking same

And the derelicts the street are all insane

And the scum surges up and there’s no one to fucking blame

Game over it’s no fun

Got me on the run

I’m gonna go get my gun

Blam, blam, blam you’re done

Game over it’s no fun

Got me on the run

I’m gonna go get my gun

Blam, blam, blam, you’re done

All the prostitutes who run around midnight

And the junkies and hypes are all trying to get tight

They’re all trying to find some fucking hope for sale

But there’s no fucking way outta this hell

Game over it’s no fun

Got me on the run

I’m gonna go get my gun

Blam, blam, blam, you’re done

Game over it’s no fun

Got me on the run

I’m gonna go get my gun

Blam, blam, blam, you’re done

Allegiance to scum promising nothing to a world that's lost strife and conflict, encounters with the devil, Incarnate destruction and annihilation in the city, Aqueducts of blood, Alleyways extort and uproot the forgotten dead, Polluted and incapacitated crippled masses, Polluted and incapacitated crippled masses

Game over it's no fun

Got me on the run

I'm gonna go get my gun

Blam, blam, blam, you're done

Game over it’s no fun

Got me on the run

I’m gonna go get my gun

Blam, blam, blam, you’re done

Yeah! You're fucking done!