Guns

Hello, Maxi?
(Yes?) Yeah
Alright, Maxi, what's the crime?
(Get fucked, I don't have any money!)
Yeah, I'd love to, but, uh, listen, on the serious, mate
I, uh, I need to sort some fella out
I think I need a shooter

(No, no, no, don't do that, mate! Go see someone else, yeah?)
Well, the-, that's the truth of it, mate, uh
There's no one else, and, uh, you owe me
You ripe fucking cunt for fucking my sister
(Oh, fuck, calm down, and I will see what I can do)
(How far do you want to take it?)
Oh, to be honest I was thinking I'd make a proper horror show
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(Three hundred) three hundred? Fuckin' hell, mate, that's a bit excessive
(You want it, you pay for it, you don't, fuck off!)
(If you want it, you don't-, if you don't, fuck you!)
Listen, you silly bastard, I'm gonna come around there
And I'm gonna cut your throat with a fucking vengeance if you don't play nice
A hundred quid and that's it, you understand?

Hello? Maxi?
(Get fucked!) Hey, did you-, did you just fuckin' hang up on me?
Oh, you fucking cunt, you miserable bastard
I fucking know where you live, you cunt-faced cunt!
(Listen, you cunt, I'm going to come around there, don't fuck with me)
Cunt!

(Get fucked!) Cunt!
(Get fucked!) Cunt!
Oh, to be honest, I was thinking of a proper horror show
(If you want it, if you don't, fuck you!)
Listen, you silly bastard, I'm gonna come around there
And I'm gonna cut your throat with a fucking vengeance if you don't play nice
A hundred quid and that's it, you understand?
You understand? Hello? Maxi?
Hey, did you-, did you just fuckin' hang up on me?
Oh, you fucking cunt, you miserable bastard

I fucking know where you live, you cunt-faced cunt!
(Get fucked!)
I fucking know where you live, you cunt-faced cunt!
(Cunt! Cunt! Cunt!)
(Cunt! Cunt! Cunt! Cunt!)
(Cunt! Cunt! Cunt! Cunt! Cunt!)
Getting fucked when you need money
(Get fucked! Get fucked!)



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Writer(s): Serj Tankian, James Euringer
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