02 August 2007

I gotta get me a gun, guns make everything right
The right is all we have left, the left is turning us red
I tear out all of my walls, walls can hold hidden wires
Wires that tap all my thoughts, thoughts that tell me there is...

Danger, dangerous life, dangerous life...

People are made of stares, stairs that I cannot climb
I climb back into my hole, the whole world's losing their mind
I can't be seen on the street, how did you find out my name?
I gotta get me a gun, guns protect me from the...

Danger, dangerous life, dangerous life

I lead a dangerous life

Dangerous Life by Poster Children

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