Dirty Harry

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 your is so weaken 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 wanna do is dance Dance, dance, dance I need a gun to keep myself from harm