| Life is so strange when its changin', yes indeed
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| Well, I’ve seen the hard times and the pressure’s been on me
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| But I keep on workin' like the workin' man do
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| And I’ve got my act together, gonna walk all over you
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| Gimme back my bullets
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| Put 'em back where they belong
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| Ain’t foolin' around 'cause I done had my fun
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| Ain’t gonna see no more damage done
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| Gimme back my bullets
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| Sweet talkin' people done ran me out of town
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| And I drank enough whiskey to float a battleship around
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| But I’m leavin' this game one step ahead of you
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| And you will not hear me cry 'cause I do not sing the blues
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| Gimme back my bullets
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| Put 'em back where they belong
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| Ain’t foolin' around 'cause I done had my fun
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| Ain’t gonna see no more damage done
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| Gimme back, gimme back my bullets
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| Oh, put 'em back where they belong
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| Gimme back my bullets
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| Been up and down since, I turned seventeen
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| Well, I’ve been on top, and then it seems I lost my dream
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| But I got it back, I’m feelin' better everyday
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| Tell all those pencil pushers, better get out of my way
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| Gimme back my bullets
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| Put 'em back where they belong
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| Ain’t foolin' around, 'cause I done had my fun
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| Ain’t gonna see no more damage done
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| Gimme back, gimme back my bullets
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| Oh, put 'em back where they belong
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| Gimme back my bullets |