Текст песни Julian Rhine "Better Than The Gun"

Intro: 

YEAAAH! 

Verse: 

Mary loves a bad man 

He greets her with his back hand 

He beats her till she understands the score 

Mary’s a little lamb 

Tonight he bowled and drank and bowled some more 

Crept through the back door with his paramour from Baltimore 

And his veal cried, "No more. NO MORE.” 

Chorus: 

Hey! Wait! 

Take your gun and point it at someone 

Point it at someone 

PostChorus: 

I keep shootin 

I keep singin 

Keep you out of my face like the King of England 

Verse: 

Bobby stops at a stop sign 

Cop oinks, "You ran it. Your word vs. mine” 

I’ll say it one more time, only one more time 

-Oh it’s like that? 

-Yeah it’s like that! I smell the funk out the car now tuck your sack back 

Before I do that know one truth, I’m bulletproof 

Firing shots through my moon roof (hoooowl) 

Chorus 

Drop: 

Bang Bang Shoot Shoot 

The power of satan compels you 

Chorus