I need a gun to keep myself from harm 
The poor people are burning in the sun 
But they ain't got a chance 
They ain't got a chance 
I need a gun 
Cos all I do is dance 
Cos all I do is dance 

I need a gun to keep myself from harm 
The poor people are burning in the sun 
No, they ain't got a chance 
They ain't got a chance 
I need a gun 
Cos all I do is dance 
Cos all I do is dance 

In my backpack 
I got my act right 
In case you act quite difficult 
And yo is so weakin' 
With anger and discontent 
Some are seeking and searching like me, moi 

I'm a peace-loving decoy 
Ready for retaliation 
I change the whole occasion to a pine box six-under 
Impulsive don't ask wild wonder 
Orders given to me is: 
strike and I'm thunder with lightning fast reflexes on constant alert 
from the constant hurt that seems limitless with no dropping pressure 

Seems like everybody's out to test ya 
'til they see your brake 
They can't conceal the hate 
That consumes you 
I'm the reason why you flipped your soosa 

Chill with your old lady at the tilt 
I got a 90 days digit 
And I'm filled with guilt 
From things that I've seen 
Your water's from a bottle 
mine's from a canteen 

At night I hear the shots 
Ring so I'm a light sleeper 
The cost of life, 
it seems to get cheaper 
out in the desert 
with my street sweeper 
The war is over 
So said the speaker with the flight suit on 
Maybe to him I'm just a pawn 
So he can advance 
Remember when I used to dance 
Man, all I want to do is dance 

(Dance!) 
(Dance!) 
(Dance!)