He's
a man with a loaded gun
little
part of everyone
looking
for someone
to
erase all the damage
that
has been done
d
And
oh he feels so fine
just
like the catcher in the rye
and oh he knows his race
is almost run
he's
a man with a loaded gun--
d
And
things have never
been
as clear
now
that the time is near
&
the angels inside his head
have
given him the power
of
life and death
d
  
d
Shoot 'em down,
shoot 'em all down now
Shoot
'em down,
down the phonies
d
He's
a man with a loaded gun
doesn't
want to hurt no one
just
looking for redemption
somewhere
between
the
Father and the Son
d
And oh he feels so fine . . .
d
Walking
down a neon street
all
the people like blind men
they've
given their eyes to a lie
and
the devil walks beside them
d
He's
a man with a loaded gun--

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