Under The Gun

Like a wolf
In sheep's' clothing
Or a snake
In the grass
I've got
Six bullets
The first
Could be your last
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
Under the gun
Nowhere to run
Under the gun

Where are ya gonna run to?

My brain
Is starting to squeak
I'm so tense and tight
Can't even speak
Pissed off
Someone's gotta die
Tonight
Someone's gonna die!

Under the gun
Nowhere to run
Under the gun
Nowhere to run
Under the gun
Nowhere to run
Under the gun

Where are ya gonna run to?
Where are ya gonna run to?
I'm after you!