Songwriters: Hewlett, Jamie; Albarn, Damon;
Burton, Brian; Robinson, Romye;
I need a gun to keep myself among
The poor people are burning in the sun
But they ain't got a chance, they ain't got
a chance
I need a gun 'cos all I do is dance
'Cos all I do is dance
I need a gun to keep myself among
The poor people are burning in the sun
No, they ain't got a chance, they ain't got
a chance
I need a gun 'cos all I do is dance
'Cos all I do is dance
In my backpack, I got my act right
In case you act quite difficult
And your is so weaken with anger and
discontent
Some are seeking and searching like me, moi
I'm a peace-loving decoy, ready for
retaliation
I change the whole occasion to a pine box
six-under
Impulsive, don't ask wild wonder
Orders given to me is 'Strike' and I'm
thunder
With lightning fast reflexes on constant
alert
From the constant hurt that seems limitless
With no dropping pressure
Seems like everybody's out to test ya
'Til they see your brake
They can't conceal the hate that consumes
you
I'm the reason why you flipped your soosa
Chill with your old lady at the tilt
I got a 90 days digit and I'm filled with
guilt
From things that I've seen
Your water's from a bottle, mine's from a
canteen
At night I hear the shots ring, so I'm a
light sleeper
The cost of life, it seems to get cheaper
Out in the desert with my street sweeper
The war is over, so said the speaker
With the flight suit on
Maybe to him I'm just a pawn
So he can advance
Remember when I used to dance
Man, all I wanna do is dance
Dance, dance, dance
I need a gun to keep myself among
Its Actaully, I Need A Gun to keep myself AMONG the poor people who are burning in the sun. Damon said it In Bananaz.