Where Is Your Gun?

I got a message for me from a born-again
Yellow lights were blinking in my brain
It was the same way with his last day

Ah ah ah... ah ah ah
Ah ah ah... ah ah ah

A paperboy disappeared at the dawn
I got lost in my way since the day

Ah ah ah... ah ah ah

Life is something to do when you can't sleep
Just do dull things with style you believe

Where is your gun?
Do you know how to groove
Where is your gun?
Do you know how to groove
Where is your gun?
She's waiting for the perfect stroke

Shoot, shoot, shoot...

I got a message for me from a born-again
Yellow lights were blinking in my brain
It was the same way with his last day

He knew how to do, How to play
He knew how to spit, How to dance
He knew how to do, How to play
He knew how to spit, How to dance

Life is something to do when you can't sleep
Just do dull things with style you believe

Where is your gun?
Do you know how to groove
Where is your gun?
Do you know how to groove
Where is your gun?
She's waiting for the perfect stroke

Oh,oh Ready your gun
Oh,oh Ready your gun
Oh,oh Ready your gun
Oh,oh Ready your gun
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