Shoot to thrill, play to kill I got my gun at the ready, gonna fire at will So don't you you fool around I'm I'm gonna pull it, pull it, pull the trigger Too many women with with too many pills 'Cause I shoot to thrill, and I'm I'm ready to kill All you you women who want a

With the backlash blues Mr. Backlash, Mr. Backlash Mr. Backlash, I'm I'm gonna leave you you Just who do do think I am You You raise my taxes, freeze my wages And send my son to Vietnam You You give me second class houses And second class schools Do Do you think that alla

Your time is gonna gonna come Lyin' cheatin' hurtin that's all you you seem to do do Messin' around with with every guy in town Puttin' me down for thinkin' of someone new Always the same playin' your game Drive me insane trouble is gonna gonna come to you you One of these

Invitin' nobody Nobody but you you I'll tell you you that it It doesn't matter what you you wear 'Cause it's only gonna gonna be I'm I'm having a party A party for two (I'm I'm gonna do do with you you) Come on, come on

It's gonna gonna be a long one But I'm I'm paying my way I'll be working all night long Well, you can't just get what you you want Without a little work a day And you you can't just stick out your hand No, it doesn't work that way And there's not much joy in the work

I'll take it up an elevation I'll stand on the highest peak You You'll never doubt my dedication I'm I'm here 'til eternity Every time you you order me I'm I'm gonna show you you who I work for With With you, it's like I'm I'm on vacation I'm I'm right where I want to be You You'll never

Invitin' nobody Nobody but you you I'll tell you you that it It doesn't matter what you you wear 'Cause it's only gonna gonna be I'm I'm having a party A party for two (I'm I'm gonna do do with you you) Come on, come on

To me it's nothing This time I've really lost my mind and I don't care So close your eyes and kiss yourself goodbye I'm I'm taking all you you down with with me Explosives duct taped to my spine Nothing's gonna gonna change my mind I won't listen to anyone's last words

And make believe it came from you you I'm I'm gonna sit right down and write myself a letter They're gonna gonna knock me off my feet Kisses on the bottom I'll be glad I've got 'em And sign "with love" the way you you do do I'm I'm gonna write words, oh, so sweet I'm I'm gonna smile

Oh, the guns of Brixton You You can crush us You You can bruise us But you you'll have to answer to When they kick out your front door How you you gonna gonna come? With your hands on your head Or on the trigger of your gun Shot down on the pavement