Cleaning My Gun

I keep a weather eye on the horizon, back to the wall

I like to know who's coming through the door at us all

It's the old Army training, kickin' in

I'm not complaining

It's the world we live in

Ronny and Malarkey, they're a devious firm

They'll take you to the cleaners, let you burn

The help is breaking dishes in the kitchen,

Thanks a lot

We hired the worst dishwasher

This place ever got

Hidden below the radar, they want to spoil our fun...

In the meantime, I'm cleaning my gun

Remember it got so cold ice froze up the tank

We lit a fire beneath her just so she would crank

Keep a weather eye on the horizon

Tap the storm glass now and then

We got a case of Old Damnation

For when you get here my friend

We can have ourselves a party before they come...

In the meantime, I'm cleaning my gun

We had women and a mirror ball, we had a DJ

We used to eat pretty much all came this way

Ever since the goons came in took apart the place

I keep a tire iron in the corner just in case

Gave you a magic bullet on a little chain

Keep you safe from the chilly winds

And the howl of the rain

We're gonna might need bullets, should we have stuck

Any which way, we're gonna need a little luck

You can still get gas in heaven and drink in kingdom come...

In the meantime, I'm cleaning my gun