Dirty Harry

Intro:

The poor people are burning in the sun

But they ain't got a chance

They ain't got a chance

I need a gun

'Cause all I do is dance

'Cause all I do is dance...

The poor people are burning in the sun

No, they ain't got a chance

They ain't got a chance

I need a gun

'Cause all I do is dance

'Cause all I do is dance...

I got my act right

In case you act quite difficult

And yo is so weakin'

With anger and discontent

Some are seeking and searching like me, moi

I'm a peace-loving decoy

Ready for retaliation

I change the whole occasion

to a pine box six-under

Impulsive don't ask wild wonder

Orders given to me is

Strike and I'm thunder

with lightning fast reflexes

On constant alert from the constant hurt

That seems limitless with no dropping pressure

Seems like everybody's out to test ya

'Til they see you brake

They can't conceal the hate that consumes you

I'm the reason why you flipped your soosa

Chill with your old lady at the tilt

I got a ninety days digit

From things that I've seen

Your water's from a bottle

Mine's from a canteen

At night I hear the shots

Ring so I'm a light sleeper

The cost of life

It seems to get cheaper

Out in the desert

With my street sweeper

The war is over

So said the speaker with the flight suit on

Maybe to him I'm just a pawn

So he can advance

Remember when I used to dance

Man, all I want to do is dance...