Charlie Get Your Gun Songtext / Lyric

Hey, hey smoky with the iron grip

Bang bang knocking it down

Hangman headed on the psycho trip

He gives the best stretch around



I got the hear say, no where to run

I got a bed on the sun

I got it loaded before we were found

They give the best holes around



Looking down the barrel of your best friend

Something in the air smells just like you've already won



Sweet Mother Mary, will you let me be?

I'm trying just to find my way home

Everything coming up catastrophe

Pandemonium ruling the dome






They got the numbers and the outside won

They got a rope around the sun

But I put the hangman in a cold dirt mound

He gave the best stretch around



Looking down the barrel of your best friend

Something in the air smells just like you've already won

Looking down the barrel [Incomprehensible]

Something in the air smells just like Charlie get your gun



Call me suicide, call me getting stronger

Call me when the sun is gone

Call me homicide, call me sane no longer

Call me when the race is won



Call me suicide, call me getting stronger

Call me when the sun is gone

Call me homicide, call me sane no longer

Call me when the race is won



Call me suicide, call me getting stronger

Call me when the sun is gone

Call me homicide, call me sane no longer

Call me when the race is won