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Look out ahead
I 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 gettin' 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
I see the children
Sharp as knives
I see the children
Dead and alives
Beautiful people


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
Aaa, aaa, aaa
Aaa, aaa, aaa, aaa, aaa, aaa, aaa, aaa
Look out ahead   I 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 gettin' 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   I see the children   Sharp as knives   I see the children   Dead and alives   Beautiful people         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   Aaa, aaa, aaa   Aaa, aaa, aaa, aaa, aaa, aaa, aaa, aaa