Shotgun - Eugene McGuinness

All aboard Cleopatra purrs, aha

Pens and swords, the gun’s mightier

A mane of gold like a flame from a skull

Upon the wings of an angel

We’ll leave this hellhole

Little boy lost down devil’s alley

The mad Alsatian can almost taste me

Merrily merrily in terror I flee

Into the glow of traffic

Like a lava flow you’ll see me

Every time I dance

Every time I dance with you

I’ll stagger out the nightclub

Black and blue, battered and bruised

I care not

But I care not

Shotgun

Shotgun

Shotgun

All aboard Cleopatra purrs, aha

Pens and swords, the gun’s mightier

A mane of gold like a flame from a skull

Upon the wings of an angel

We’ll leave this hellhole

Mack the Knife, strolling down the street

The Surgeons in the slaughterhouse

Spice their diced meat

Merrily merrily in terror I flee

Merrily merrily in terror I flee

Every time I dance

Every time I dance with you

I’ll stagger out the nightclub

Black and blue, battered and bruised

I care not

But I care not

Shotgun

Shotgun

Shotgun

I care not

I care not

But I care not

Shotgun

Shotgun

Shotgun

Shotgun

Shotgun

Shotgun

It’s time for the shoot out