Freddy's Store

I'm walking Uptown

I hear a most peculiar sound

Like a seashell in my ear

Like the ocean was near

I go inside this store

To get my head clear

Once I'm inside the air is fresh as [a lie?]

You are greeted by a civil servant

She is dressed in beads

She jots down your needs

And casually recedes

Look around

Take the elevator down

Take it down

Once you reach downstairs

They take special care of you

You cannot believe what you see

You know guns to stop time

Laid out in a line

445's to Uzi-3's

A man comes up in a uniform

He says, you were just who we were looking for

You heard the sound

Let me show you around

This place is big as some small towns

We got every gun beneath the sun

And the same for heavy munitions

We got the space to train

But we don't know you'll learn

But now take the time, just look around

Look around

Feel the water rushing down

Rushing down

Refrain:

But you better get ready

If you're going to Freddy's

If you're going to Freddy's store

You can lose or win

You can sink or swim

But you don't know where or what for

But you better get ready

If you're going to Freddy's

If you're going to Freddy's store

It's not exactly hell,

It's more like Bechtel

They got only one item to sell

There's a booth for dressing

Also used for confession

There's a Jesuit on call here

Twenty-four hours a day

He can guide you to pray

To waylay your modern guilt and fear

You live by the sword, you die, etcetera

And the same goes for an M-15

But what the hell

When Freddy rings that bell

Just make certain that your weapon is clean

And pointing down,

Down to the ground

Can you live in the tropics?

Can you fight on the sand?

Have you compunctions to function

in a far off land?

Can you kill a despot in an African nation?

Can you bite the pill

if the operation don't go down?

Down, if it don't go down

And there's a galley [. . . ?]

[. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ?]

We don't distinguish left or ust don't ask about behind that

door

You can stand on the corner

You can do the jerk

You can go to the disco

You can go berserk

But there are plenty of generals

And plenty of Shahs

Who drive a Coupe DeVille after the Coup de Etat

It's up to you,

You got one chance to score

Everybody gets a little piece of war

Just don't ask about behind that door

Hit the ground, get down

It's coming down

The door is coming down

Repeat Refrain