like a wolf in sheep's' clothing or a snake in the grass i've got six bullets the first could be your last my mind is hazy and when they catch me they'll say i'm crazy you put me down you brushed me off stepped on pushed and shoved i'll show you i've had enough under the gun nowhere to run under the gun nowhere to run my brain is starting to squeek i'm so tense and tight i can't even speak pissed off someone's gotta die, tonight