Look out ahead, see danger come
I want a pistol, I want a gun
I’m scared baby, I want to run
this world’s crazy, give me the gun
Baby, baby, ain’t it true
I’m immortal when I’m with you
but I want a pistol in my hand
I want to go to different lands
I met a man, he told me straight
You gotta’ leave, it’s getting late.
Too many cops, too many guns
all trying to do something no-one else has done
I walk on concrete, I walk on sand
but I can’t find a safe place to stand
I’m scared baby, I want to run
this world’s crazy, give me the gun