When I was a boy, my pop bought me a gunSaid, son, this ain't no toy, this time you learn to huntBuy bullets, buy the case, put them up on the shelfThere's a chance one day that this world's gonna go to hellAnd he's damn sure proud of meCause now my philosophy isIf it ain't loaded, better actGet a bloodhound out of trackEvery foot could be your last oneWhen that bomb's up in the skyYou won't find me strapped or backstabbedCrying at that crashing NASDAQYou can bet your country that I'ma kill a s*** till I dieDieKill a s*** till I dieDieKill a s*** till I dieDieDieDieDieDieDieDieDieDieDieDieDieDieDieWe'll see you next time.We'll see you next time.We'll see you next time.
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