Year Of The 
Gun Paul Raymond – 
Phil Mogg 
Here we come 
I got that 
I got the smell of whisky 
And leather 
Cadillacs 
Got a mother running 
With a real tight rack 
No winners here 
Only powered lead 
Brain dead boy 
With a nail in his head 
Year of the gun now 
Year of the gun now 
There's no mercy under the miracle bell 
Glamour and glitz 
God's fiery hell 
Beyond the belly 
Heaven can't move 
In the night time rush 
That bubbles and brews 
Those saintly sinners here 
Who say their prayers 
There's all the riches 
For he that dares 
And the ghostly sceptre 
Of life's lost and found 
I'll meet you buried 6 feet 
Under the ground 
Revenge is sipped 
Like cold chicken soup 
You're in you're out boy 
How do you figure in this loop 
Year of the gun now 
Climbing up a mountain 
Jimmy boy now 
He looks so cute 
He's packing like a mule 
In his killing suit 
Year of the gun now 
Year of the gun now 
I stopped breathing at 2:45 
Ambulance came 
Said I was still alive 
Cut'em down young 
In some bloody hail 
The track line ends 
With a silver rail 
And the saintly sinners 
Who say their prayers 
There's all riches here 
For he that dares 
But the ghostly sceptre 
Of life's lost and found 
I'll meet you buried 6 feet underground 
Year of the gun 
Give me a smile now 
Year of the gun 
Year of the gun babe 
Year of the gun now 
Give me a smile now 
Year of the gun now 
Year of the gun now 
Here a gun now