Here we come

I got that.

I got the smell of whisky

And leather cadillacs

Got a mother running

With a real tight rack.

No winners here

Only powdered lead

Brain dead boy

With a nail in his head.

Year of the gun now

Year of the gun now.

There's no mercy under the miracle bell

Glamour and glitz

God's fiery hell

Beyond the belly

Heaven can't move

In the night time rush

That bubbles and brews.

Those saintly sinners here

Who say their prayers

There's all the riches

For he that dares.

And the ghostly sceptre

Of life's lost and found

I'll meet you buried six feet

Under the ground.

Revenge is sipped

Like cold chicken soup

You're in you're out boy

How do you figure in this loop.

Year of the gun now

Climbing up a mountain.

Jimmy boy now

He looks so cute

He's packing like a mule

In his killing suit.

Year of the gun now

Year of the gun now.

I stopped breathing at 245

Ambulance came

Said I was still alive

Cut'em down young

In some bloody hail.

The track line ends

With a silver rail

And the saintly sinners

Who say their prayers

There's all riches here

For he that dares.

But the ghostly sceptre

Of life's lost and found

I'll meet you buried

Six feet underground.

Year of the gun

Give me a smile now

Year of the gun.

Year of the gun babe

Year of the gun now

Give me a smile now

Year of the gun now

Year of the gun now

Here a gun now.