Shoot shoot
I got an idea of something we can do with a gun
Sink load and fire till the empire reaps what they've sown
Shoot, shoot, shoot till their minds are open
Shoot, shoot till their eyes are closed
Push, push, push till we get some motion
Push, push till the bombs explode, yeah
I got an idea that we can do it all on our own
Nothing to worry regret must weigh a ton
Kick, kick, kick till the laws are broken
Kick, kick till the boots are worn
Hit, hit, hit till the truth is spoken
Hit, hit till the truth is born, yeah
Born
Fuck it up!
Yeah!
Yeah, oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah
I got an idea of something we can do with a gun
