Dirty Harry - Live at Manchester Opera House

I need a gun

To keep myself from harm

The poor people

Are burning in the sun

They ain't got a chance

They ain't got a chance

I need a gun

Cos all I do is dance

Cos all I do is... dance

I need a gun

To keep myself from harm

The poor people

Are burning in the sun

They ain't got a chance

They ain't got a chance

I need a gun

Cos all I do is dance

Cos all I do is... dance

In my backpack, I got my act right

In case you act quite difficult

End job was all weakened

With anger and discontent

Some are seekin' and searchin' like me (moi)

I'm a peace-loving decoy, ready for retaliation

I change the whole location to a pine box six-under

Impulsive, no end 's why I wonder

Orders given 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

It seems like everybody's out there testing, til they see you brake

They can't control the hate, they consume you

I'm the reason why you're in fear, cos you're a Luther

Chill with your old lady at the tilt

I got a 90 day's 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 there in the desert with my street sweeper

The war is over, so said the speaker

With a fight zoomed on

May be the gimp, but I'm just a pawn

So he can advance

I remember when I used to dance

All I wanna do is dance

Hey (Dance!)

Dance!

Dance!

We got a gun to keep ourselves from harm

Dance!

(Dance!)