Cleaning My Gun

I keep a weather eye on the horizon

My 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

They'll take you to the cleaners or let you burn

The help is breaking dishes in the kitchen, thanks a lot

We hired the worst dishwasher this place ever got

Come in 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

A weather eye on the horizon, tap the storm glass now and then

I've 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

Used to eat pretty much all that came his way

Ever since the goons came in and took apart the place

I keep a tyre iron in the corner, just in case

I gave you a magic bullet on a little chain

To keep you 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 a drink in Kingdom Come

In the meantime, I'm cleaning my gun