I keep a weather eye
on the horizon
Back to the wall
I like to know
who's coming through the door
That's all
It's the old army
training kicking in
I'm not complaining
It's the world we live in
Blarney and Malarkey
they're a devious firm
Take you to the cleaners
and let you burn
The help is breaking dishes
in the kitchen
Thanks a lot
We hired the worst dish washer
This place ever got
Hidden below the radar
They want to spoil our fun
In the meantime
I'm cleaning my gun
Remember it got so cold
ice froze up the tank
We lit a fire beneath her
just so she would crank
Keep a weat
her eye on the horizon
Tap the stone glass
now and then
We got a case of old damnation
For when you get here
My friend
We can have ourselves
A party before they come
In the meantime
I'm cleaning my gun
We had women
and a mirror ball
We had a DJ
He used to eat pretty much
all that came his way
Ever since the goons
came in took apart the place
I keep a tire iron
in the corner just in case
Hang a little magic bullet
on a little chain
Keep me safe
from the chilly winds
and out of the rain
We're gonna might need bullets
should we get stuck
Any which way
We're gonna need a little luck
You can still get gas
in heaven
And drink in kingdom come
In the meantime
I'm cleaning my gun