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Everybody run, everybody's got a gun x2
Even your ex-girlfriend
And the clerk at the corner store
Mailman's going postal, going door to door
What if that car that you cut off
Opened the glove box door
City kids might need them
And suburban kids get bored
An old friend holding hands with death
' Cuz Vietnam it wasn't planned ahead
He killed them for his country
Now he wishes that Uncle Sam was dead
Some people own them just to demand respect
Some people are hopeful
Some are just damn depressed

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Seems like everyone's got a gun these days
Unleash the junkyard metal dogs instead of love these days
Watch out for the Ricochet x3
' Cuz it all comes back
Watch out for the Ricochet
' Cuz it all comes back

Kids are riding shotgun from the moving cars
I think the sky is falling and the moon is shooting stars
Chrome on the silver screen the guns are movie stars
He sells but no ones buying 'cuz love's been losing jobs
It's not just the cops you know it's the vigilantes
' Cuz when the system made parole they didn't know it kills the lawyers' families
Up on the 2nd floor the neighbor down your corridor
He smiles when he walks buy, there's a gun inside his dresser drawer

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If you shoot me
They'll all understand why I was paranoid
And if you shoot me
Well death is just a part of life I can't avoid
But if you shoot me
Just remember that I'm mom and daddy's baby boy
And if the man doesn't get you fried up in your chair
My whole fam' will shoot you up like they were hunting for deer

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