Awoke when the light
Hit me right in the temple
Felt something cold
Touch my toes as it passed

Might not be the face you'd expect
But he's clearly insane
Got me pegged in the back

Just need a bit of luck, get 'em up
Point the gun at the eyes
Or at the knees, had to shoot, had to fight
Gonna take out the gunman

Bit of luck, get 'em up
Made a run for our lives
Take out the knees, had to choose, had to fight
Gonna take out the gunman

Eyes huge, so little left, if something
Cracks and clues, he's crazy as a straw
Why, denied, does no one care or nothing?
How, you ask, I ever last so long?

'Cause I, I went blind, a blinding riot
He's regretting every word
Those empty lies
One more tonight, a blinding riot
As I summon every nerve

Just need a bit of luck, get 'em up
Point the gun at the eyes
Or at the knees, had to shoot, had to fight
Gonna take out the gunman

A bit of luck, get 'em up
Made a run for our lives
Take out the knees, had to choose, had to find
Gonna take out the gunman
Gonna take out the gunman
Gonna take out the gunman

I'm gonna take out
I'm gonna take out
I'm gonna take out
I'm gonna take out

Just need a bit of luck, get 'em up
Point the gun at the eyes
Or at the knees, had to shoot, had to fight
Gonna take out the gunman

Bit of luck, get 'em up
Made the run for our lives
I'm so amazed at the way we televise

Gonna take out the gunman
Gonna take out the gunman
I'm gonna take out the gunman
I'm gonna take out the gunman

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Peter Loeffler, Samuel Loeffler