Treat Her Right I Got A Gun
Aw don't tell me the way it's gonna be You're a liar You never stop that talk talk talk Let me fix your mouth For tounges that wag like little slimy tails I got a gun, know how to use it I got a gun, now you know Three bucks car fare, two fifteen for lunch You get a hotdog, shake and fries You wind up making fifteen bucks a day Taking shit from nine to five Aw them big feet step step stepping on my toes Hey! I got a gun, know how to use it I got a gun, now you know I got a gun, know how to use it I got a gun, now you know Aw models, critics, wimpy art-school punks Gettin' on my nerves They're killing all the fun in rock 'n roll I hope it's not too late To say the only thing I ever know Hey! I got a gun, know how to use it I got a gun, now you know I got a gun, know how to use it I got a gun, now you know I got a gun, now you know I got a gun, now you know Now you know Now you know Now you know I got a gun and I shot 'em
