Look out ahead
I see [bad word] I want a pistol
I want a gun
I’m scared baby
I [bad word] This world’s crazy
Give me the gun

Baby, baby
Ain’t it [bad word] 
I’m immortal
When I’m with you
But I want a pistol
In my hand
I wanna go to
different land

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

Baby, baby
Ain’t it [bad word] 
I’m immortal
When I’m with you
But I want a pistol
In my hand
I wanna go to
different land

I walk on concrete
I walk on sand
But I can’t find
safe place to stand
I’m scared baby
I [bad word] This world’s crazy
Give me the gun

Baby, baby