. "Cleaning My Gun" I keep a weather eye on the horizon, back to the wallI like to know who's coming through the door at us allIt's the old Army training, kickin' inI'm not complainingIt's the world we live inRonny and Malarkey, they're a devious firmThey'll take you to the cleaners, let you burnThe help is breaking dishes in the kitchen,Thanks a lotWe hired the worst dishwasherThis place ever gotHidden below the radar, they want to spoil our fun...In the meantime, I'm cleaning my gunRemember it got so cold ice froze up the tankWe lit a fire beneath her just so she would crankKeep a weather eye on the horizonTap the storm glass now and thenWe got a case of Old DamnationFor when you get here my friendWe can have ourselves a party before they come...In the meantime, I'm cleaning my gunWe had women and a mirror ball, we had a DJWe used to eat pretty much all came this wayEver since the goons came in took apart the placeI keep a tire iron in the corner just in caseGave you a magic bullet on a little chainKeep you safe from the chilly windsAnd the howl of the rainWe're gonna might need bullets, should we have stuckAny which way, we're gonna need a little luckYou can still get gas in heaven and drink in kingdom come...In the meantime, I'm cleaning my gun . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .