Testo di Chalie Get Your Gun

Hey, hey smokey with the iron grip Bang-bang knocking it down Hangman headed on the psycho trip He gives the best stretch around I got the hear say, no where to run I got a bed on the sun I got it loaded just before we were found They give the best holes around Looking down the barrel of your best friend Something in the air Smells just like you've already won Sweet mother Mary, will you let me be I'm trying just to find my way home Everything coming up catastrophe Pandemonium ruling the dome They got the numbers and the outside won They got a rope around the sun But I put the hangman in a cold-dirt mound He gave the best stretch around Looking down the barrel of your best friend Something in the air Smells just like you've already won Looking down the barrel of your best friend Something in the air Smells just like Chalie get your gun Call me suicide Call me getting stronger Call me when the sun is gone Call me homicide Call me sane no longer Call me when the race is won Chalie get your gun