text: I need a gun to keep myself among
  The poor people who are burning in the sun
  But they aint got a chance, they aint got a chance
  I need a gun cause all I do is dance
  Cause all I do is dance
  I need a gun to keep myself among
  The poor people who are burning in the sun
  But they aint got a chance, they aint got a chance
  I need a gun cause all I do is dance
  Cause all I do is dance
  In my backpack, I got my act right in case you act quite difficult
  And your result weaken
  With anger and discontent some are seeking
  In search of like Nimoy
  Im a peace-loving decoy, ready for retaliation
  I change your whole location to a pine box, six under
  Impulsive, dont ask why or wonder
  Orders given to me is strike and Im thunder
  With lightning-fast reflexes
  On constant alert from the constant hurt
  That seems limitless with no drop in pressure
  It seems like everybodys out to test ya til they see you break
  You cant conceal the hate that consumes you
  Im the reason why you fill up your Isuzu
  Chill with your old lady at the tilt
  I got a ninety-day extension and Im filled with guilt
  From things that I seen
  Your waters from a bottle, mines from a canteen
  At night I hear the shots ring, so Im a light sleeper
  The cost of life, it seems to get cheaper
  Out in the desert with my street sweeper
  The war is over, so said the speaker
  With the flight suit on
  Maybe to him, Im just a pawn
  So he can advance
  Remember when I used to dance?
  Man, all I wanna do is dance
  I need a gun to keep myself among