give me a gun    give me a gun cause cause bombs and guns are really fun  i've lost my job my moneys gon live like a slob  i've got no home only streets to roams live so alone  i'm barely alive i feed on cats to survive  my wife left me my kids are dead  all this guilt is in my head  i can't go on living like this  i wish that i was dead i wish    give me a gun i'll kill a nun just wait and see  give me a gun i'll shoot a cop to be on tv  nothing could be more fun than a shooting spree  once again i found myself back on tv    guns are fun so much neato fun, fun, fun  better run i got a gun  come on down and join the fun woopie!!!    food for thought    i just want to eat some pills  littleones big ones get my fill  don't matter what kind cause i'll be buying them  up or down i rely on them    little red ones  quay ludes  and the beauties  i gotta get gotta gotta get gotta gonna get some pills    i just wanna eat pills kill the pain  makes me smart speeds up my brain  kids at school lining up and buying them  day or night i'll be selling them    little cross tops  pink hearts  and vicodin  i gotta get gotta gotta get gotta gonna get somes pills    gar-bage (gar'bij), a perfect example of uninteresting poetry    real life was never like this  the door opened as i fell trough  minds of man like piss  learning is a thing of the past  the door has opened and closed  i'm locked inside this out side world  why the fuck no one knows  why the fuck am i trapped like this    world of forgotten minds  living on parallel lines  forgotten people of the past  in the human race  i came out last    i've been left behind  left behind with human kind  i want to go away  i'm with these people every day  human kind was left behind  and i don't want to be here  human kind was left behind  and i don't want to be here    world of forgotten minds  living on parallel lines  forgotten people of the past  in the human race  i came out last    up your bum    worked all day go out get a pint tonight  the mods show up on camden gonna be a fight  oppression from society on my back maggie you'll see  got no worries cause i got no quid  in a neighborhood full of unfriendly faces    oi oi oi  oi oi oi  cause i gotta believe  oi oi oi  somethings gotta change this just ain't right    ride the tube to the end of thre line  i got no job just plenty of time  call me a wanker call me a bum  i'm on the dole got tome for fun  don't care about time we've got big ben  toying with bobbies gobbing on them  i'm flat broke have you got 10p  fuck the system give me anarchy    oi oi oi  oi oi oi  cause i gotta believe  oi oi oi  somethings gotta change this just ain't right    society don't blame me  oi oi oi  oi oi oi  cause i gotta believe  oi oi oiiiiiihhaaaaarrrrgggg....!