when I was just a little boy
I really longed to have a gun
but when I said so to my mum
I saw she wouldn’t buy me one

but my young mind would not forget
and so I couldn’t just give up
that night when all was still and quiet
I went and stole my money box

oh bloody gun ..

I smashed the pig I bought a gun
my mama said now no more cake …

for your birthday no cake

when I was just a little boy
my goals were surely well defined
and what I saw was what I got
and I just saw that bloody gun

what a delusion …
I fell for passion …
oh bloody gun …
I smashed ..