Suite (From "Dirty Harry")

I need a gun to keep myself from harm
 The poor people are burning in the sun
 But they ain't got a chance
 They ain't got a chance
 I need a gun
 'Cause all I do is dance
 'Cause all I do is dance
 I need a gun to keep myself from harm
 The poor people are burning in the sun
 No, they ain't got a chance
 They ain't got a chance
 I need a gun
 'Cause all I do is dance
 'Cause all I do is dance
 In my backpack
 I got my act right
 In case you act quite difficult
 And yo is so weakin'
 With anger and discontent
 Some are seeking and searching like me, moi
 I'm a peace-loving decoy
 Ready for retaliation
 I change the whole occasion to a pine box six-under
 Impulsive don't ask wild wonder
 Orders given to me is
 Strike and I'm thunder with lightning fast reflexes
 On constant alert from the constant hurt
 That seems limitless with no dropping pressure
 Seems like everybody's out to test ya
 'Til they see you brake
 They can't conceal the hate that consumes you
 I'm the reason why you flipped your soosa
 Chill with your old lady at the tilt
 I got a ninety days digit
 And I'm filled with guilt
 From things that I've seen
 Your water's from a bottle
 Mine's from a canteen
 At night I hear the shots
 Ring so I'm a light sleeper
 The cost of life,
 It seems to get cheaper
 Out in the desert
 With my street sweeper
 The war is over
 So said the speaker with the flight suit on
 Maybe to him I'm just a pawn
 So he can advance
 Remember when I used to dance
 Man, all I want to do is dance
 I need a gun to keep myself from harm