Shotgun

I passed by the city lights

They all seem to see me and smile

Maybe the smoke, maybe the pills

They're all messing with my mind

This cursed world eats the weak

I thought I should have warn ya'

Your vital space isn't the same

As your mental paranoia

I gotta breakaway (shotgun!)

You could never understand (reload!)

I gotta breakaway (shotgun!)

You could never understand

We do it like we're in a Stallone's movie

With a virtual reality headset

It's in all newspapers and on TV

My army has a incredible mech-sex

Humiliated, humiliated

Sticky fingers for some junk food

But I prefer to live my life

Baby, rather to write it down to

I gotta breakaway (shotgun!)

You could never understand (reload!)

I gotta breakaway (shotgun!)

You could never understand