like a wolf
in sheep`s` clothing
or a snake
in the grass
i`ve got
six bullets
the first 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
my brain
is starting to squeek
i`m so tense and tight
i can`t even speak
pissed off
someone`s gotta die,tonight
