Tác giả : Jim Caroll
Người đăng : administrator, 14 năm trước
I'm walking uptown 
I hear a most peculiar sound 
Like a seashell in my ear 
Like the ocean was near 
I go inside this store 
To get my head clear 
 
Once i'm inside the air is fresh as [a lie?] 
You are greeted by a civil servant 
She is dressed in beads 
She jots down your needs 
And casually recedes 
 
Look around 
Take the elevator down 
Take it down 
Once you reach downstairs 
They take special care of you 
You cannot believe what you see 
You know guns to stop time 
Laid out in a line 
445's to uzi-3's 
 
A man comes up in a uniform 
He says, you were just who we were looking for 
You heard the sound 
Let me show you around 
This place is big as some small towns 
 
We got every gun beneath the sun 
And the same for heavy munitions 
We got the space to train 
But we don't know you'll learn 
But now take the time, just look around 
 
Look around 
Feel the water rushing down 
Rushing down 
 
Refrain: 
But you better get ready 
If you're going to freddy's 
If you're going to freddy's store 
You can lose or win 
You can sink or swim 
But you don't know where or what for 
 
But you better get ready 
If you're going to freddy's 
If you're going to freddy's store 
It's not exactly hell, 
It's more like bechtel 
They got only one item to sell 
 
There's a booth for dressing 
Also used for confession 
There's a jesuit on call here 
Twenty-four hours a day 
He can guide you to pray 
To waylay your modern guilt and fear 
You live by the sword, you die, etcetera 
And the same goes for an m-15 
 
But what the hell 
When freddy rings that bell 
Just make certain that your weapon is clean 
And pointing down, 
Down to the ground 
 
Can you live in the tropics? 
Can you fight on the sand? 
Have you compunctions to function 
In a far off land? 
Can you kill a despot in an african nation? 
Can you bite the pill 
If the operation don't go down? 
Down, if it don't go down 
 
And there's a galley [. . . ?] 
[. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ?] 
We don't distinguish left or ust don't ask about behind that door 
 
You can stand on the corner 
You can do the jerk 
You can go to the disco 
You can go berserk 
But there are plenty of generals 
And plenty of shahs 
Who drive a coupe deville after the coup de etat 
 
It's up to you, 
You got one chance to score 
Everybody gets a little piece of war 
Just don't ask about behind that door 
Hit the ground, get down 
It's coming down 
The door is coming down 
 
Repeat refrain