| Go get your gun, get your gun, and let’s find out what it does
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| Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
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| We haven’t won, and if we win, and if the morning light sets in
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| We’ve cheated fate again
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| And to those who die, please try to understand
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| That for those who die, we try the best we can
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| With our one foot in the grave
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| While the other one’s kickin' its way right down to hell
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| Go get your gun, get your gun, imposing penance one by one
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| You’ve got a virtue in a vice, it forces fate, you’re taking lives
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| With all the history to guide, you’ve got a passion in those eyes
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| So aim it straight and true
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| And to those who die, please try to understand
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| That for those who die, we try the best we can
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| With our one foot in the grave
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| While the other one’s kickin' its way right down to hell
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| Now, when this is over
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| Then, we’ll raise a glass
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| Straight up to the sun
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| With our one foot in the grave
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| While the other one’s kickin' its way right down to hell
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| Go get your gun, get your gun, and let’s find out what it does
|
| Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
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| We haven’t won and if we win, and if the morning light sets in
|
| We’ve cheated fate again
|
| And to those who die, please try to understand
|
| That for those who die, we try the best we can
|
| And to those who die, please try to understand
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| That for those who die, we try the best we can
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| With our one foot in the grave
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| While the other one’s kickin' its way right down to hell |