Mark Knopfler - Cleaning My Gun lyrics
[Mark Knopfler - Cleaning My Gun lyrics]
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, kickin' in
I'm not complaining
It's the world we live in
Blarney and Malarkey, they're a devious firm
They'll take you to the cleaners
Or let you burn
The help is breaking dishes in the kitchen
Thanks a lot we hired the worst dishwasher
This place ever got
Come in 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
I keep a weather eye on the horizon
Tap the stormglass now and then
I've 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
We used to eat pretty much
All that came this way
Ever since the goons came in
And took apart the place
I keep a tyre iron in the corner
Just in case
I gave you a magic bullet on a little chain
To keep you 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 a drink in Kingdom Come in the meantime
I'm cleaning my gun
Back to the wall
I like to know who's coming through the door
That's all
It's the old army training, kickin' in
I'm not complaining
It's the world we live in
Blarney and Malarkey, they're a devious firm
They'll take you to the cleaners
Or let you burn
The help is breaking dishes in the kitchen
Thanks a lot we hired the worst dishwasher
This place ever got
Come in 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
I keep a weather eye on the horizon
Tap the stormglass now and then
I've 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
We used to eat pretty much
All that came this way
Ever since the goons came in
And took apart the place
I keep a tyre iron in the corner
Just in case
I gave you a magic bullet on a little chain
To keep you 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 a drink in Kingdom Come in the meantime
I'm cleaning my gun