like a wolf

in sheep's' clothing

or a snake

in the grass

i've got

six bullets

the first could be your last

my mind is hazy

and when they catch me

they'll say i'm crazy

you put me down

you brushed me off

stepped on

pushed and shoved

i'll show you

i've had enough

under the gun

nowhere to run

under the gun

nowhere to run

my brain

is starting to squeek

i'm so tense and tight

i can't even speak

pissed off

someone's gotta die,tonight