yesterday morning i went   out for a cup of coffee   i shaved   then i combed my hair   a man who didn't know me   said something to my back   i stopped to turn around and face it   that is why   i pack my .25   where nobody knows   right above my boot   it's the law   no one there to serve you   why not be the hero?   why not be your own?   swear i'll kill you!   swear that i'll kill you   the law--it's the law   every man out on the street knows   swear that i'll kill you   i dreamt all yesterday   how i might make a man feel   with a gun up to his face   he'd show respect to me   "i don't care what you're thinking   i'll wipe that thought away"