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, that's all

It's the old army training kicking in

I'm not complaining, it's the world we live in



Blarney and Malarkey, they're a devious firm

Take you to the cleaners and 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 stone 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

He used to eat pretty much all that came his way

Ever since the goons came in took apart the place

I keep a tire iron in the corner just in case



Hang a little magic bullet on a little chain

Keep me safe from the chilly winds and out of the rain

We're gonna might need bullets should we get 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