I'm walking uptown   I hear a most peculiar sound   Like a seashell in my ear   Like the ocean was near   I go inside this store   To get my head clear      Once I'm inside the air is fresh as [a lie? ]   You are greeted by a civil servant   She is dressed in beads   She jots down your needs   And casually recedes      Look around   Take the elevator down   Take it down   Once you reach downstairs   They take special care of you   You cannot believe what you see   You know guns to stop time   Laid out in a line   445's to uzi-3's      A man comes up in a uniform   He says, you were just who we were looking for   You heard the sound   Let me show you around   This place is big as some small towns      We got every gun beneath the sun   And the same for heavy munitions   We got the space to train   But we don't know you'll learn   But now take the time, just look around      Look around   Feel the water rushing down   Rushing down      Refrain:   But you better get ready   If you're going to freddy's   If you're going to freddy's store   You can lose or win   You can sink or swim   But you don't know where or what for      But you better get ready   If you're going to freddy's   If you're going to freddy's store   It's not exactly hell,   It's more like bechtel   They got only one item to sell      There's a booth for dressing   Also used for confession   There's a jesuit on call here   Twenty-four hours a day   He can guide you to pray   To waylay your modern guilt and fear   You live by the sword, you die, etcetera   And the same goes for an m-15      But what the hell   When freddy rings that bell   Just make certain that your weapon is clean   And pointing down,   Down to the ground      Can you live in the tropics?    Can you fight on the sand?    Have you compunctions to function   In a far off land?    Can you kill a despot in an african nation?    Can you bite the pill   If the operation don't go down?    Down, if it don't go down      And there's a galley [. . . ? ]   [. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ? ]   We don't distinguish left or ust don't ask about behind that door      You can stand on the corner   You can do the jerk   You can go to the disco   You can go berserk   But there are plenty of generals   And plenty of shahs   Who drive a coupe deville after the coup de etat      It's up to you,   You got one chance to score   Everybody gets a little piece of war   Just don't ask about behind that door   Hit the ground, get down   It's coming down   The door is coming down      Repeat refrain