| Hey mister can you help me
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| I’m a loner on the run
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| I’m just looking for tomorrow
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| And I ain’t gonna hurt no one
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| I jumped headfirst into a bottle
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| I was looking for a friend
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| Came up just short of nothing
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| I didn’t find the truth I only found an end
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| So tell me who’s gonna save me
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| Or my father or my son
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| When the only justice a man can see
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| Is the barrel… of a loaded gun
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| I been broke and I’ve been hungry
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| I think they’re both my middle name
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| But I don’t never ever never seem to get enough
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| Still guess I can’t complain
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| 'Cause what you get in life you take it
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| You’ve gotta hold on and make it last
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| They say good things come to those who wait
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| But it’s life that goes so fast
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| And when there’s just one rule you live by
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| Each day you kiss the rising sun
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| When you live and die by the life we breathe
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| In the barrel of a loaded gun
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| Guns talk to me in my sleep at night
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| And a gun somewhere is burning
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| With my name
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| Winners are losers
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| And losers will have to face
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| All those yesterdays
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| And all of the dreams they blew away
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| So Mister can you help me
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| Or are you my gun
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| Have the ghosts of justice
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| Brought you here to me to taste
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| The barrel of a loaded gun
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| There’s justice in the barrel
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| Of a loaded gun |