I'm a gun in hand

Feel the power in me
When all is done and said
Maker of mother's grief
Here to protect
When on the beat
Harbourer of death
If rises the need

I'm a gun in hand

**** or be killed
The problem where I stand
Is that of man's free will
With no conscience in
The way I was built
Hard cold demands
In cold blue steel

I'm a gun in hand

Open gate to your fears
Dreams up and left
Free flowing tears
The end of all bets
A quick way out of here
I'm a gun in hand
How many have there been this year