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!)