I am the one, the one, the oneI am the man with the gunStare at your shopping watchWhile you're walking to God'sAnd I'm at your doorTurn around, two eyes, back and downLook at the sky, thank you, stand upStart with the touch of a fingerAs that charm of a ghost goesI don't, I don'tHave the power to kill youSay you're, say you'reThe pretty self-conscious tooYou're the judge of the worldYou're the man with the gunI should follow you tooBut this is practicalAnd you are the oneThe one with the attackAnd the sun, the sun is freeIt's a private dreamTo walk in the airYour heart's full of the sameIt's true, it's youThe relevant thing to doHey!Say you're, you'reThe pretty self-conscious tooAnd I, I don't care who I amYeah, and I'm gonna laughOpen wideYeah, oh my, yeahDon't you reckon I'll see you tomorrowStare at the light of the dawnTurn around, two eyes, back and downAnd you won't forget meNot single, but in all thingsIf you ask your friendsOh, I know himHe's never, never hurt by your lieHe's worth a thousand bucksAs a serious, stupid, you areYeah, you, yeah, youHe wears a smile as a tattooHe's in you, for youThe pretty self-conscious tooBut I don't, I don't think I'll missYeah, I'm gonna laughI'm gonna sigh, I'm gonna cryHey, hey.There's a time when I bearBut you just don't careSee, go to work, then you pay the rentNo, not that you could watch me snort babeYou know why I do the things I doTotally over your head since I thinkYou say it's weirdNo, no, no, no, no, no, no, noWe're calling you for the meantimeEveryone around youWho boasts they're worn on weekendsSolely disinhibits theirAshes, ashes, ashes, ashesWe all fall downYippee-yay-rahWe have to stay in tune for the tapeThis is our big chance with Robert StigwoodDon't let us downWe want to see some biceps, BiafraGaslightGaslight