Like a wolf   In sheeps' clothing   Or a snake   In the grass   I've got six bullets   The first   Could be your last, could be your last      My mind   Is hazy   And when they catch me   They'll say I'm crazy   You put me down   You brushed me off   Stepped on   Pushed and shoved   I'll show you   I've had enough      Under the gun   Nowhere to run   Under the gun   Nowhere to run      Where you gonna run to?      My brain   Is starting to squeek   I'm so tense and tight   I can't even speak   Pissed off   Someones gotta die   Tonight!      Under the gun   Nowhere to run   Under the gun   Nowhere to run      Under the gun   Nowhere to run   Under the gun   Nowhere to run