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I drive myself into an early grave To a faith I've become a slave The Butcher, the Baker, it's common place Everybody's got one and they're taking aim at you Another hit and run In the year of the gun Gun In the year of the gun Gun In the year of the gun Come and take in so many ways Are you safe? Another debt to pay In track suits or jack boots, it's all the same Bite your tongue before they rip it out of you Have we come undone In the year of the gun Gun In the year of the gun Gun In the year of the gun Letras de cancionesOne comes undone And one life is stolen Hands dead and cold Your laws are misspoken We reach for the sun Only to be shackled up in chains Gun In the year of the gun Gun In the year of the gun Gun In the year of the gun In the year of the gun In the year of the gun Gun From Letras Mania