There's a fight, there's a fight, there's a fight And the rage is growing You have pushed me through too many windows and too many doors You have torn all the joy from my heart and the blood is showing The only beat you allow around here is the beat of war Let's have a party
Bring a gun Bring a gun
Don't go out tonight with that smile or you might get arrested Get a license for that grin or they'll lock you away If you show that you're happy inside then you're gonna get busted The only law we allow around here is an organized raid Let's have a party
Bring a gun Bring a gun
What are you going to do if the muscle won't move They are blocking the light, blocking the light How many words will you waste on a terre-blanche Let's have a party
You can bring your gun And you can bring your dogs And you can bring your shiny new helicopter
Bring a gun Bring a gun Let's have a party Bring your gun
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