Look out ahead
See danger come
I want a pistol
I want a gun
I'm scared, baby
I wanna run
This world's crazy
Give me the gun
Baby, baby, ain't it true?
I'm immortal when I'm with you
But I want a pistol in my hand
I wanna go to a different land
I met a man
He told me straight
"You gotta leave
It's getting late"
Too many cops
Too many guns
All trying to do something
No one else has done
Baby, baby, ain't it true?
I'm immortal when I'm with you
But I want a pistol in my hand
I wanna go to a different land
Sometimes it rains so hard
And I feel the hurt
In my heart
Feels like the end of the world
And I see the children
As sharp as knives
And I see the children
Dead-end lives
Beautiful people
Beautiful girls
I just feel like
It's the end of the world
I walk on concrete
I walk on sand
But I can't find
A safe place to stand
I'm scared, baby
I wanna run
This world's crazy
Give me the gun
Baby, baby, ain't it true?
I'm immortal when I'm with you
But I want a pistol in my hand
I wanna go to a different land
See danger come
I want a pistol
I want a gun
I'm scared, baby
I wanna run
This world's crazy
Give me the gun
Baby, baby, ain't it true?
I'm immortal when I'm with you
But I want a pistol in my hand
I wanna go to a different land
I met a man
He told me straight
"You gotta leave
It's getting late"
Too many cops
Too many guns
All trying to do something
No one else has done
Baby, baby, ain't it true?
I'm immortal when I'm with you
But I want a pistol in my hand
I wanna go to a different land
Sometimes it rains so hard
And I feel the hurt
In my heart
Feels like the end of the world
And I see the children
As sharp as knives
And I see the children
Dead-end lives
Beautiful people
Beautiful girls
I just feel like
It's the end of the world
I walk on concrete
I walk on sand
But I can't find
A safe place to stand
I'm scared, baby
I wanna run
This world's crazy
Give me the gun
Baby, baby, ain't it true?
I'm immortal when I'm with you
But I want a pistol in my hand
I wanna go to a different land
Contributed by Alessandro - 2009/8/11 - 10:51
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