I woke up in the morning just the other day
Found my dog beneath the Chevrolet.
I knew things were going wrong,
Got back home and my home is gone.
So I grabbed my gun and walked down the street,
I'm trying to find some enemies to meet.
And now I'm looking, yes I mean I'm searching
For a place with my guns in hand but

They can't tell me
What I can and cannot do
And I won't hold a
Cold dead hand
They're laying on the ground
While I smile from on top
And see their laugh turn into a snarl
Let me tell you what

(It's a problem)
No, it's not a problem to me!

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