If I Had a Gun

driving down the avenue 
having fun, until you 
cut me off, in my tracks 
my light mood, turned to black 

'cause if I had a gun, you know you wouldn't be here 
I'd line you up in my sights, pull the trigger, I swear 

you call me up, at the end of the day 
sell me shit, just go away 
and you never, let me speak 
"Hey you, I said no last week" 

'cause if i had a gun, you know you wouldn't be around 
I'd dig a great big hole, and put you 6 feet, in the ground 

you scream and shout all day long 
when I'm right, you say I'm wrong 
on and on, like I never heard 
and always got to get the last word 

'cause if I had a gun, I'd shoot you right in the head 
and this time I'd be happy, for you to get the last word, and now you're dead 
and this time I'd be happy, for you to get the last word, and now you're dead

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