Well all the junkies they know my name   And every city looks the fucking same   And the derelicts the street are all insane   And the scum surges up and there's no one to fucking blame      Game over it's no fun   Got me on the run   I'm gonna go get my gun   Blam, blam, blam you're done   Game over it's no fun   Got me on the run   I'm gonna go get my gun   Blam, blam, blam, you're done      All the prostitutes who run around midnight   And the junkies and hypes are all trying to get tight   They're all trying to find some hope for sale   But there's no fucking way outta this hell      Game over it's no fun   Got me on the run   I'm gonna go get my gun   Blam, blam, blam, you're done   Game over it's no fun   Got me on the run   I'm gonna go get my gun   Blam, blam, blam, you're done      Allegiance to scum promising nothing to a world that's lost strife and conflict, encounters with the devil, Incarnate destruction and annihilation in the city, Acquaducts of blood, Alleyways extort and uproot the forgotten dead, Polluted and incapacitated crippled masses, Polluted and incapacitated crippled masses      Game over it's no fun   Got me on the run   I'm gonna go get my gun   Blam, blam, blam, you're done   Game over it's no fun   Got me on the run   I'm gonna go get my gun   Blam, blam, blam, you're done      Yeah! You're fucking done!