Welcome to Undertown

Baby's in the manger
 Cus' we got kicked, kicked out of our shack
 I'm drinkin' on the corner with strangers
 And once you go down that road there's no comin' back
 But I've got a permit a permit to carry
 Got a permit to carry a gun
 My gun is shiny, big and black
 My gun will bring those good times back
 My wife is in the kitchen
 But it ain't my kitchen, so I don't care
 She's cooking a meal for strangers
 And whatever it is well it smells like burnt hair
 But I've got a permit a permit to carry
 Got a permit to carry a gun
 My gun is shiny, big and black
 My gun will bring those good times back
 My gun is shiny, big and black
 My gun will bring those good times back
 My gun is shiny, big and black
 My gun will bring those good times back